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.

Monday, February 28, 2022

The magic of impermanence

The young mother fretted when she had to say no to her landlord. As a single parent she enjoyed an unthinkably sweet arrangement where she and her toddler daughter lived free in the garage upstairs apartment in exchange for watching over the plucky old woman that lived in the adjacent house. Their relationship was new, transforming on a dial from tentative to comfortable with each interaction. The young mother turned out to be much more of an ally than the old woman imagined, made evident when she started calling on her with requests. “Will you take me here?” “Will you pick me up there?” “Can you help with my new phone?”