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Unauthorized Conversations with Awe

Even amid noise and numbness, busyness and overculture exhaustion,the world continues extending tiny invitations into participation. Awe keeps leaking through. The frog croaks from a hidden pond.The creek practices surrender beneath logs and around stones.Salmon waxcaps appear overnight, announcing: did you know mycelial fish… Continue Reading “Unauthorized Conversations with Awe”

Meeting the Bees Eye to Eye – A World Bee Day Reflection from the Heart of Empire

For me, re-enchantment begins simply: stopping all my antics of disappearing and learning (again and again) how to pay attention. On a mad meander through the forest the other day, amid a tangle of fir, ceonothos, huckleberry and salal bushes, my friends and I… Continue Reading “Meeting the Bees Eye to Eye – A World Bee Day Reflection from the Heart of Empire”

All the Terrible Things Will Become Tumbleweed

The old house of empire is groaning at the beams. Becoming Beautiful Barbarians is a poetry collection written from the threshold between collapse and re-enchantment—carrying wild kin, unraveling empires, deep-time trust, and the dangerous act of remaining openhearted in a burning world. Here’s a… Continue Reading “All the Terrible Things Will Become Tumbleweed”

Imaginal Buds Are Gathering

Over the past year, a body of work and play has been slowly crawling across the landscape. Some of you have already walked beside small pieces of it through courses, playshops, solstice circles, grief rituals, and scattered poems shared here and online. Now two… Continue Reading “Imaginal Buds Are Gathering”

No Amount of Miles – Lend Your Tears Back

We know that grief refuses to stay in its assigned lanes. It spills—across categories, across places and species, across distances we try to keep between things. It also accumulates, adding layers that thicken our lives. Over the past year, I’ve been working on a… Continue Reading “No Amount of Miles – Lend Your Tears Back”

10 Invitations for Living Earth Day in Every Moment

“The planet does not need more successful people.The planet desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”― David Orr, Ecological Literacy Earth Day is not a date. It’s a way of being. Every day, week, month…every moment. A re-membering of our… Continue Reading “10 Invitations for Living Earth Day in Every Moment”

Saturday, May 2, We Celebrate Soil

Re-Enchantment & Gratitude Days are the first Saturday every month, and offer invitations for blessings, practices, and poetry honoring a being or aspect of nature. This month we joined the Pollination Party with our Pollinator Kin. Next month, May 2, we tune into the… Continue Reading “Saturday, May 2, We Celebrate Soil”

One Bright and Real Caress: A Playshop in Being Here

Can we be here now?Really be here? A playshop in staying with what is. There are a thousand ways we leave our life. You know them: Staying busy. Staying numb. Staying distracted. Staying elsewhere. Every so often, something interrupts the habit—a yellow-tailed bird lands… Continue Reading “One Bright and Real Caress: A Playshop in Being Here”

Reconnect with Nature: Four-Week Ecosensual Journey

For some time I’ve held Sundays as an excuse/opportunity to explore slowly ad specifically in an ecosensual way – meaning simply being more present to opening my senses intentionally to what/who is around me. I occasionally post some experiences as #EcosensualSunday and last year… Continue Reading “Reconnect with Nature: Four-Week Ecosensual Journey”

Welcome to the Pollination Party! Celebrating Pollinator People on Re-Enchantment Day

“Among the humble-bees, for instance, the workersdo not dream of renouncing love.”~Maurice Maeterlinck, The Life of the Bee Welcome to the Pollination Party! My practice this week was simply to notice: who are the flitting, flirting, flapping, crawling, buzzing, whirring, partying pollinators around me?… Continue Reading “Welcome to the Pollination Party! Celebrating Pollinator People on Re-Enchantment Day”

Writing as Refusal, Writing as Compost, Writing as Spark

The next round of Write Against/Beyond Empire is next Wednesday, April 1. This is a gathering for people carrying grief, rage, confusion, clarity, and imagination in a time of imperial violence, lies, and psychic exhaustion. Together we’ll write from earth, body, and heart—not to… Continue Reading “Writing as Refusal, Writing as Compost, Writing as Spark”

That Equinox Imagination and the Mystery of Emergence

All of sudden it appears: The blossom. The catkin. The unfurling fern.The dawn.The evening star. The crescent moon.The clarity. The lightning strike of Intuition.The bubbling up of grief, of unexpected courage.The pollination party. The unexpected crack in the old story. The vision beyond. The… Continue Reading “That Equinox Imagination and the Mystery of Emergence”

A Thousand Glorious Threads

It’s dark in here.That much we can agree on. It’s easy to want to panic. To grasp about for threadshitting your head hard on thingsa step in any direction. But please pleasedon’t follow the wrong thread home. It’s so easy to miss your threadwhen… Continue Reading “A Thousand Glorious Threads”

Kiss Me a Huckleberry, Teach Me the Storm: An Ecosensual Playshop

For some time I’ve held Sundays as an excuse to explore slowly ad specifically in an ecosensual way – meaning simply being more present to opening my senses intentionally to what/who is around me. I occasionally post some experiences as #EcosensualSunday and last year… Continue Reading “Kiss Me a Huckleberry, Teach Me the Storm: An Ecosensual Playshop”

Seasonocracy: An Equinox Re-alignment Playshop

A creative pause at the Equinox to reflect, realign, and seed what wants to grow Twice each year, Earth pauses in a moment of rare balance. On the Spring Equinox, day and night briefly stand as equals as the light begins its steady return.… Continue Reading “Seasonocracy: An Equinox Re-alignment Playshop”

Write Against Empire: A Regenerative Writing Gathering

“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” – Arundhati Roy “The assumption that what currently exists must necessarily exist is the acid that corrodes all visionary thinking.”—Murray Bookchin This is a gathering… Continue Reading “Write Against Empire: A Regenerative Writing Gathering”

Resist Not the Gravity of the Moment

“In a dark time, the eye begins to see.” ~Theodore Roethke My motto is: never waste a good Full Blood Moon Lunar Eclipse. I try to practice not dominating Mystery with too much pre-packaged agenda or meaning making. I didn’t carry any specific plan… Continue Reading “Resist Not the Gravity of the Moment”

Love Against Empire

“May we love in ways that devastingly disrupt state violence.” ~Gabes Torres What does Love want in this moment? What work does it do? What does it serve? What are Love’s implications for navigating the path ahead? This V-Day we gather these questions in… Continue Reading “Love Against Empire”

Co-Weaving Words Beyond Empire

Something we do in some of the Wild Nature Heart classes is an activity called Co-Weaving Words: collect a handful of resonant words/phrases from each participant then create collective poems from this basket of words, using mostly only these words, like ingredients in a… Continue Reading “Co-Weaving Words Beyond Empire”

Earth Intimacies: Apprenticing to Life

Often when we hear the word intimacy, we think romance. At the very least we think about humans. But what if intimacy with Earth was not only possible, but necessary for co-creating the world we want to inhabit and bequeath to future generations? For… Continue Reading “Earth Intimacies: Apprenticing to Life”

Write Against Empire: A Regenerative Writing Gathering

“Another world is not only possible, she is on her way.On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.” – Arundhati Roy This is a gathering for people carrying grief, rage, confusion, clarity, and imagination in a time of imperial violence, lies, and psychic… Continue Reading “Write Against Empire: A Regenerative Writing Gathering”