Seasons

Come Darkness, Come Light

In the predawn darkness I am awake, snuggled in a warm cocoon of blankets, hearing the small, insistent voice that tells me to get up and go outdoors to greet the dawn—or the darkness, on this longest night of the year. Rising from the bed and pulling on clothes, I nudge up the thermostat in

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Singing the Pagan Moon: All Hallow’s Eve

Continuing with the season of reflection and looking back to older posts these past weeks, and in honor of the pagan sabbat of Samhain (Halloween), something from my England archives (2010): All Hallows Eve. It feels as if the entire day has been lifted from a spooky, storybook tale with ghostly trees draped in mist

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Changing Seasons: Feeling the Touch of the World

I wonder sometimes if I am simply dreaming this life, or whether I am being dreamed, instead.  In the past weeks, England has been heavily in my mind. At unexpected moments throughout the day — washing and cutting vegetables, walking the dogs, taking a shower — I suddenly see myself there, back in places familiar

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Winter Solstice Magic: Darkness and Light

Nightly I stand outside my little cottage in the darkness, wearing my navy blue, Carmel tourist hoodie and a favorite scarf wrapped around my neck. Listening. Feeling. Rumbling in the distance, the voice of the sea echoes from a half mile away. Like a broken pearl, the waxing moon is held in the sky by the dark,

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Tasting the Holidays: Simple Gifts of Goodness

Orange mandarins with their leaves attached always remind me of Christmas. I recall them bulking up my holiday stocking on Christmas morning when I would find it propped on a chair, filled with little wrapped presents and chocolate. I would set the fruits in a pile on the floor next to my haul of gifts,

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