The Journal of Elements and Seasons
A nature inspired newsletter for those longing to slow down and listen.
If you yearn to connect your spirituality with the land, need a dose of wonder and beauty in this hurting world, and long for ways to honor the full tapestry of being, this space is for you.
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From the Blog Archive:
Writing from 2010-2021
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Humble Spaces
I am often surprised at the lack of glamor that surrounds radical transformation. The big shifts in life appear to happen in a moment of instant awakening, coming like a thief in the night, are really the product of long term commitment to Self-study and small, daily changes. When transformation happens, or at least when…
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Happy Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays. Not because of the meal, the pies, or even the gathering of family of friends (don’t get me wrong, I enjoy all of these elements, especially the family part, but sometimes all that work and energy just for a meal seems a little pointless, but maybe that’s the…
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Breaking Open
A few years ago, when his wife’s Alzheimer’s progressed to the point where they could no longer be together, my Grandfather, who’d never been seriously ill in his life, began a spiral into depression and frailty. His tendency toward self-pity and mistrust only made things worse. He started falling down and deteriorated to the point…
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Interim
Hello Gentle Reader, Well, it’s been an interesting month on Lake Wobegone. “Life” kind of took over for awhile so I’m behind on adding new content. Also, I have started writing fiction (hooray!) so my writing time is now more divided. But, I am working on a few things and hope to add some new…
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What We Carry
A few days before the Christmas of 1994 my family packed up our belongings and began our journey south to Alabama where my dad had been called to be the rector of an Episcopal Church. Ten miles out of town the odometer broke in our recently serviced van beginning a comedy of errors that saw…
Melinda Emily Thomas 