The colors are waning now. The sun is riding low through the sky and the plants are changing into clothes of beige and amber.

I have been reflecting on how we experience this turning of the wheel, this changing of the seasons over and over...

I am a second generation forest.

Maybe a third or fifth generation wood at best. I did not grow up in a family or culture that planted my feet deep into the wisdom network of undisturbed mycelium.

I was not placed within a matrix of thought...

It is said that cartographers call the blank spaces on a map “sleeping beauties.”

Fair maidens lying along the land, their virginity just waiting to be captured and plundered, I am reminded of how we are all trained to think in this...

Resilience. 

This word has been rolling around in my head these last few weeks. 

How are we resilient beyond armoring, grit, clenched teeth and sweaty effort, resilient beyond some impenetrable, diamond toughness?

What is the resilience...

What would it feel like to more fully arrive in our bodies despite everything we may have learned to feel about them, our society subtly telling us that we are the wrong size, shape, color, or gender? In many ways the influence of the patriarchy...

Spirals have drawn me in since childhood. Not really understanding anything of their symbolism, they would appear as dreamy doodles on the outskirts of my journals and later in the interlocking tattoo along my lower back. Over time I came to...

 

Beloved survivors of an endlessly complicated world, how are your hearts feeling? 

It is all about heart medicine right now as we travel deeper into summer. From a traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) perspective, the special gift of...

FLAME

I didn’t grow up with fire. There were no forest fires where I lived. There was no ritual to greet fire as an ancestor, the way it breathes with generous lungs, the way it warms our bones with a primordial spark. I don’t...

ICE

There is a wind, a breath, a lingering contrail of energy left behind from all the interactions of nature. Everything is moving towards everything else, blood vessels stretching, rivers running, lungs expanding, roots touching, nerves...

WIND 

The breeze is my grandmother ancestor, running her beautifully veined hands through my hair. She is this gentle, not just to me but to the leaves and flowers too. I watch the branches of the sequoia lightly heave and settle in a...