To Rest & Poetry, on the Winter Solstice

In Oregon the Breitenbush river is a color of steel-teal that exists no other place on the earth and this must be partly because of the non-negotiable trees.  It is easy to be grounded and feel at one in your place in a place like this.  It is easy to revere the miracle of dirt:…

Gas-lighting on Al Franken(stein)’s Street by LaChelle Schilling —

I will add my #metoo, but don’t feel like going into details. I will just say that in light of my past experience and Al Franken’s statement of apology, I’m realizing why some of us don’t tell at an even deeper level. This is Al Franken’s statement: “I’ve met tens of thousands of people and […]…

Continuum of misogyny.

Along with others, I have felt relief, sorrow, and frustration watching hundreds of “me, too” posts and narratives flood my feed. Relief that our society is paying attention to the epidemic of misogynist violence in a new way, that we are having crucial conversations about how bad it is and what to do about it. […]…

Day of All Souls. Samhain Tide.

Death has been a primary teacher for me. This started when I was 20, that epic summer me and a bestie and a brother who’s now passed from drugs travelled an 11,000 mile circle around our country.  Two decades ago already. A week before that trip started, a young man my brother and I grew…

Lunar Samhain & Letting Go

Nothing teaches you the patience life requires better than life itself.  A basic axiom that even kicking and fighting each of us are tasked to learn: Letting go. That is the medicine I am finding myself practicing this week, as we enter the stillness of the lunar reset, the void chaos-rest space of the balsamic…

I’m gonna watch her rise

…tomorrow night, last harvest moon, sheath of layered lace and bounty coming up over the sea.  Harvest moon peaks full this eve~ There is harvest wisdom right now in your every day.  In practical ways, in the actions and reactions, the many details of the life you are presently living.  The invitation right now is…

This is beautiful and inspires the place in me

…where my fundamentally Marian-led sacred heart fires in vibrational unconditional love and application of the religion my family’s people baptized and schooled me in etc This is a moment to drive the merchants of hate out of the Temple, as Jesus did. But will the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB) bear prophetic witness?…

I went camping to soothe my soul: Thoughts, Final Harvest Moon

I walk a lot on empty beaches.  It helps me breathe from muscly places in my belly that otherwise I can’t feel because they’re so deep. So last Monday I guess it was,  walking along the roiled and wilen coast, beholding the brown and black and steel greys of Hurricane Maria’s deeps, there came this…

New Moon to Lunar Lammas, Healing the Feminine in 2017

Ahhhh, friends. What a year, no?  Our first moon cycle in 2017 inaugurated a man as the leader of our metaphoric house who bragged about the exploitation and objectification of the female body.  Our values supported this. The normalization of exploitation in this house is unacceptable. The female body.  The female body.  The female body….