In the teepee I feel a sense of sacred space. My imagination soars along the converging poles leaning toward the sky and something deep in my body feels at home sitting round the fire pit. The images on the wall spark my love for mystery and other lives.
After sharing a little about why we have gathered, I offer smudge. Smudging is a little like washing in the shower but instead of water, smoke from smoldering dried plant leaves swirls around me and rises up, carrying my prayers and…Continue
I’ve mentionned our four day ceremony several times here and some of you, I hope, are wondering just exactly what we were doing.
I called the ceremony: Re-storying our Modern Lives – A Ceremony to Renew a Living Myth for Eairth. For more about why I spell earth, eairth, please read Per Espen Stoknes essay titled: Eairth’s Imagination – Rooting the Expressive Arts in the…Continue
I began this post on May 22, 2011. Here it is June, nearly mid June already.
Weeks and weeks have flown by with too many deep thoughts, new possibilities and unexpected connections making my head spin. How can I possibly capture the moment when the moment is so fleeting? I want to write about it, I do, and yet living keeps stopping me from pausing long enough to string words together.
The urge to begin posting again forces me to the keyboard where the computer screen confronts…Continue