Slowing Down and Stopping

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. – Freya Stark, The Journey’s Echo How did you do on the workaholism quiz from Friday? Frankly, I am busted on almost every question. Having done this work before, you would think I would have been much … Read more

Solstice Sun Wheel Prayer Circle – Part Three

Share water.  Never thirst. –  Valentine Michael Smith from Stranger In A Strange Land by Robert A. Heinlein Today is the third Sun-day of our group spell/prayer/meditation, as we prepare to welcome the rebirth of the Solstice Light! If you are just now joining us, it does not matter if you missed out on the … Read more

Blessings of the Oak Moon

Fill your mind with the meaningless stimuli of a world preoccupied with meaningless things, and it will not be easy to feel peace in your heart. — Marianne Williamson The Moon reached Her fullness this morning at 2:30 am, Dec. 2nd, Eastern time (or 7:30 am UTC; or 11:30 pm last night, December 1st, if … Read more

Sunday Poetry

January from A Calendar of Sonnets by Helen Hunt JacksonO Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turnDismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urnOf death! Far sooner in midsummer tireThe streams than under ice. June could not hireHer roses to forego the strength they learnIn sleeping on … Read more

Less is Better

Three rules of work: Out of clutter find simplicity; from discord find harmony; in the middle of difficulty lies opportunity. — Albert Einstein With Mercury in retrograde, pushing forward with business as usual can be difficult, if not problematic. And now, in the in the deep of Winter, I am suggesting that we adjust accordingly … Read more

Cultivating Laziness

Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the whole world belongs to you. — Lao Tzu As the powerful perigee Moon of January wanes, we are invited to simplify and attune to the Winter’s quiet around us. Of course, if you are in … Read more

Poetry and Peace

Winterby Danica Lee, Age 11Sanford, NC© Stone Soup Magazine The flowers callTheir last farewellTo the woodsAs winter comesTo wilt their petals. The snow fallsUpon brown leavesFallen on the roofsOf houses strungWith sparkling lights. The crisp airAnd glittering frostThe little puffs of breathAnd mugs of steamy teaOnly come in winter.