2022 Intermezzo

2022 ended up defining Shadow Year for me: going quiet, masticating some personal demons, focusing on things I could affect, and leaving to others the things over which I have no control. It was a needed fallow time in terms of public-facing writing. I just wish I had recognized it as such.

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 […]

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, […]

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.