I didn't grow up in a church community, though I had a brief love affair with the ritual I found in an Episcopal church in Oregon in my twenties. My legitimate quest to create a spiritual practice was birthed in middle age by borrowing from the Buddhist practice of mindfulness, and the strong connection I felt for the worship of the Earth as taught us by our first nations. In Native American cultures The Great Spirit is a deity intertwined with the fabric of the Universe and the web of the life on Earth. It wasn't until recent years I discovered my Wiccan roots and the pre-Christian possibility that my ancestors were Earth worshippers. When I started this journey I worried because I didn’t know how to pray. Turns out we all know how to pray through our love of and gratitude for the gifts of life. This vault is for those who, like me, hunger for a spiritual practice and are learning to braid their own.

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Come sit



Come sit in a flute,
near my root, 
catch your breath
then be still.
Don't be shocked 
by the sound of a heartbeat, 
or worried by laughter in the air.
Remnants of visitors hang everywhere.
 Refresh, take a nap,
sit in silence.
No shoulds allowed
anywhere near here.
 But if you love magic,
hang around with eyes wide, 
behold, the spirits will dance tonight.


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