Regroup

She cannot begin to know grief, difficult as it is to penetrate veil upon veil, self deceptions and descriptions, the torment of pleasing in order that one might feel loved; She is sure she knows at such a tender age, and life has but toyed with her up to this point,...

Dust Devils

Swirls and curls picking up detritus along the way and setting it down elsewhere, never mind human order; this is our mother the earth, and she is magnanimous and destructive in turn; Whether we worship gods or devas, the dandelion parts with her seed on the same...

This Sweet Life II

A sense of place … again and again we return to this puzzling concept. Wendell Berry, America’s best-known bioregionalist, says if you don’t know where you are, you don’t know who you are. Does our actual physical location determine our ability to...

This Sweet Life I

How can we begin to understand the nature of simplicity, here in the Western world? Is our restlessness symptomatic of a deeper yearning to know our sense of place more profoundly? Many of us are feeling called to a life less fettered with consumerist trappings and...

Rapture

Each day we inspire the damp breath of our earth mother, we give thanks for this precious existence; Living as we do in the lap of lovely Lemuria, we accept gratefully the comfort of her fleshy brown hands, voluminous lap; soaking up nurturance in her round soundness,...