We called down to hear a sound survive us: "Do not only fear."
ritual
At the Beloved River
Seasonal homecoming. A new poem. Some prose approaching a ritual I don't know how to commit to prose.
Beach Offerings & the Gift of Hearing Your Own Words
Some thoughts on ritual. Stuff collected on a beach-walk. An unexpected gift.
Good Friday
Sometimes it's good to be sad. Or angry. Or unsure. Let's go howl at the moon; it's full today.
A Field Offering
Autumn rituals