I could not allow

the gentle and gracious reception

of my every footstep

to be enough.

If we could release our narrative of ourselves as inadequate, separate, lonely beings in constant competition with one another, and recognize that we are strands of a wondrous and sacred web of existence, perhaps we could make space to love ourselves, one another, and the Earth a little more.

You don’t need to please anyone.

Instead, tell the truth.

I am holding my breath

for beauty,

not even wanting to move,

knowing I will never be shown this vision

in exactly the same way again.

You took my hand and told me to focus

on the in-out cadence of the waves,

and soon my breath began to sing this way,

the way of the washing in and out.

This prayer came from a meditation this morning. Sometimes, when we feel as though there is nothing we can do, we can offer our prayers. We can offer our compassion. We can create a vibration that ripples outwards.

Shamanism isn’t about transcendence. It is about bringing us back into relationship with the Sacred within us and all around us. Right here, right now.

What are your ‘lean seasons,’ and how do you get yourself into places where you are run down energetically?

In truth, homely homesteading keeps me quite busy. Too busy to pitch gravel at our Prime Minister, for instance.

O Mother – it is not the World that needs to change.

It is I.

be still and silent / and what you need / will come to you

for the lost children, and for us all

I have my virtues. But being mechanically inclined is not one of them. And neither is keeping my temper when I feel like I am about to encounter a major FAIL. Enter my little friend Anger.

This is what I offer. All of it. And it’s all connected.

Getting COVID isn’t a dirty secret. COVID is a virus—it doesn’t care what nice warm host it snuggles up with.

Truly, even I thought we would have killed each other by now. I mean, you’d figure at least one of the four of us would have cracked.

in which K.A. ponders holding the key to her own cage…