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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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Tea Leaves and Transitions: Finding Grace

Seated on an upholstered chair near the fireplace, I stare into the depths of the porcelain cup cradled in my hands, contemplating the patterns of broken tea leaves. I adore this Asian-style vessel, simple and unadorned, round without a handle, with a ceramic infuser that rests inside and removed when the brew has steeped. I own two

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man at sunset

Kneel and Kiss the Earth: One Man’s Prayer

(This is a repost from last November that, given America’s recent election and the Shadow Masculine sweeping the presidential stage, poised against the holiday of Thanksgiving, seems timely and appropriate to share again. ~ LRH) The sea is rumbling and agitated. Even a half mile away in a quiet neighborhood dense with evergreen trees, I hear its

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Shadows and Healing

Outside my window, the branches of a coconut palm sway in a warm, coastal breeze like graceful, serrated green fans.  For the past two weeks I have been in Honolulu, helping my mate prepare for the 36th annual Hawaii International Film Festival, in his role as Executive Director. Here in the islands, as I sit

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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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