Searching for Words in a Fog
There once was a woman of age Who struggled to honor a page With some nourishing words Ones that sang, flew like birds, But alas! She was never a sage. (And such hopes are so often a cage.) Plus it’s winter, it’s cold and it’s dark, And her mind must be locked...Solstice Blessings
I’m posting a little early this month to honor the winter solstice, and to send love your way during this holiday time. The longest night of the year. Sitting still in the darkness what might I hear? Do the stars warble? Does the candle whisper a message?...Halloween Trick Becomes a Startling Treat
I hung up the phone one October day in 1976 feeling both dubious and intrigued. Flattered to be asked, I had agreed to tell fortunes at my brother’s Halloween party since I loved Halloween almost as much as I loved him. But sometimes Tom’s idea of fun and my own...Earth Prayers–A Reprise
A year ago, after a couple trips to Lake Superior, I posted how I had begun there a regular practice of creating earth altars—how energizing it was to create them, why and how I created them (as an intuitive co-creation with the life around me and anchored by an...Enchanted
Two Lake Superior Haiku Perched on ancient stone Plashing feet in cold clear blue Six years old again Splayed on rocky shelf Long worn smooth by waves and wind I breathe earth and fire AEP 8/29/20 I just returned from 11 days up north at a cabin on Lake...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
