Friday brought snow; it snowed most of the day but was too warm for anything to accumulate. Friday night we had about 8-10 inches of wet, heavy snow which brought down tree branches and caused quite a few people to … Continue reading
Unlike the Western worldview in which the sacred and profane are divided, the everyday becoming profane and distant from the scared, in the shaman’s world, they are interwoven Continue reading
Writing about being fitted for a new brace, and reading and responding to, the comments on that post, seems to have opened a doorway on to the immediacy of the past in the present, and to meaning making in the … Continue reading
Winter has settled in; this is the Turning Within Time.
I’m sitting at a table with five others. It’s Thursday evening, after a long work day. Tonight is our monthly winter artists/writers group. Everyone at the table is busily creating. Beside me, a writer sits with open notebook, pondering. On my right side a visual artist is doing a set of quick paintings as a warm-up. Someone else works in black watercolor paint on white paper, while another artists tears paper for a collage. We are turning inside; there is little conversation around the large table.
This is a back-to-work week, following the pleasures and frustration of the Holidays. Already the days we took off to play and visit seem distant. Two weeks have passed since the Solstice, and the days are strikingly brighter and longer. The sun, although still relatively low on the horizon, seems warmer. Continue reading
