Tag: becoming beautiful barbarians

📚 Becoming Beautiful Barbarians & Watershed have arrived

They arrived.They’re beautiful. I can’t wait to begin signing them. After years of wandering through notebooks, rivers, forests, grief, laughter, edits, and countless cups of fir tip tea, the first printed copies of Becoming Beautiful Barbarians and Watershed are finally here. In a couple… Continue Reading “📚 Becoming Beautiful Barbarians & Watershed have arrived”

Field Sighting: Beautiful Barbarians in Their Native Habitat

Field Observation: Beautiful Barbarian (Homo imaginalis/Homo metamorphicus/barbari pulchri) Habitat: thresholds, ecotones, collapsing empires, mountain ridges, places where certainty grows thin, and possibly swells like summer fruit Known behaviors: composting inherited stories, practicing permeability, building altars from ordinary debris, tending beauty amid collapse, occasionally jumping… Continue Reading “Field Sighting: Beautiful Barbarians in Their Native Habitat”

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”