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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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Candles, Tea and Friendship: A Parcel from England

Exiting the Post Office into a bright August afternoon on the California coast, I carried three packages in my hands. One was a book I had ordered, the second was an ‘earthing’ pad for working at my computer, and the third was a brown paper-wrapped parcel from England. The handwriting on the label I instantly

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Along the Winding Road: A New Project

Sometimes we take the long way.  We each get to things in our own time, along our own winding road through the scarlet poppy fields. After years of my partner gently urging me, last week while in Cannes, I finally decided to move forward with a new work: a personal narrative of our time

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Little Messengers of Mystery: The Blue Bird

I’ve been feeding the birds lately. Sitting on the deck in lovely Carmel Valley, where I’ve been once again for a writing and work retreat, I’m falling back in love with the little garden birds who live here. My personal favorites are the iridescent, acrobatic hummingbirds—one just zoomed loudly by me as I typed those

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