What if... we remember how to welcome the Fruitful Darkness, how to sit with our fear, our pain, and also the challenge of possibility, of dream, of becoming? What if we allow ourselves to descend willingly and prepared to the Long Dark, where new life, new realities can be gestated and born?
A spacious online gathering to tend to both wings of life, so that we can fly with grace, and perhaps even soar.
The cracks make this rock stronger. They bring a stunning beauty to it. There is always trepidation before I join a Grief Circle. Whether I "wear the facilitator's hat" or not. It is not coming from not knowing if it "will work"—I don't know what "will work" means in this context. No, I think the…
I've noticed a recent reticence to engage with "the sorrows of the world". I've heard others around me speaking of overwhelm, numbness, burnout. There seems to be so much pain, so much harm, so much violence. The soil around me so thirsty I can feel myself drying out. In other places water flushes away topsoil,…
Ten years ago, 11th March 2011, the Earth shook off the coast of Tōhoku, in the Oshika Peninsula of Japan. Yesterday I sat by a greening Elder Tree, wishing I could name the many thousands who died, honour their passing. And the hundreds of thousands who lost their homes, their livelihoods, their families. May you…
* Our feelings around Childlessness are often covered with layers of shame, of guilt. Often entangled with trauma. Or with fears too big to tend to. Childlessness comes in many flavours, has been categorised, is studied as one studies a disease. And, as with many diseases, a common narrative is that it is one's fault…
Uma is a beautiful dog. We love each other, it feels, extraordinarily. And it feels all the more extraordinary when I think that I strongly advised her owners, my very good friends, not to get a dog. She's very sweet-tempered and likes people, getting so excited when visitors come that she has to tell everyone.…
Howl's Moving Castle 