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The Journal of Elements and Seasons

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From the Blog Archive:

Writing from 2010-2021

Today

Happy Spring Friends, It’s been a long time since I’ve written to you. My creativity has been diverted into poetry, most of which is not fit for public consumption.This happens sometimes when I am in the liminal space between projects, reserving energy and words for future output. But I’ve missed writing to you. So I’m…
Christmas Blessings

Years ago I read a horoscope somewhere on the wilds of the internet that said my life “takes off” after 39 and that I would begin to garner significant professional respect beginning in mid-life — which I’ve interpreted to mean my 40’s. I’m afraid I’ve rather clung to this prediction. It’s brought me comfort when…
The Season of Many Hats

The other day I was reading through Christine Valter Paintner’s latest book The Soul’s Slow Ripening: 12 Celtic Practices for Seeking the Sacred and pulling quotes for her daily emails when I came across this gem. “Out of all the many things calling for attention: Which one is it the season for?” In the season…
Pushpins

This is my first and only short story. I wrote in 2011. Published it on the blog under another name in 2012 and have since made a number of edits. I love this little story. I love Emeline and Jimmy. I hope you do too. Emeline unrolled a map of North America and hung it…
Angry

I am angry. I am enraged that a survivor’s voice was mocked. I am angry that Dr. Ford was called “a credible witness” because of her composure. Had she testified with the same display of fury as Kavanaugh those who sought to discredit her trauma would have pounced on her behavior as that of an…
Harvest

Dear Friends, Welcome to the season of harvest and release. As I meditate on the dynamic tension between these two energies it occurs to me that while I’m accustomed to the practice of letting go, I’m not that good at harvest because I tend to focus on how my labors don’t bear the fruit I…