Emergence

It’s been a while. Two years, in fact. That definitely qualifies as “a while”. It would be nice to blame my absence on the pandemic, or the previous administration, or unemployment, or a new relationship, or any of a dozen terrible, wonderful, mundane things that have happened in the past two years. But the fact […]

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I Love My Grove

Have I mentioned that recently? I. Fucking. Love. My. Grove. Friday we started brainstorming for opening and closing rituals at East Coast Gather. There was mind-mapping, spitballing, chocolate tasting, silliness, synchronistic moose, and the burn of Awen across our tongues and minds. Saturday the work continued (though I wasn’t there). Hammering of details, wordsmithing, logistics, […]

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Gestation

Nine months. So much can happen in nine months. A child can be born. Or, a woman can be turned out of her home to wander the forest in madness as her body swells.

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Dangerous Diaries

You don’t need to depend upon Internet echo chambers for inspiration. Awen flows in the quiet spaces between, if we let it – not in the incessant static buzz of the blogosphere.

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