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Falling Feathers

18. September 2009

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Falling Feathers

In my ongoing mission to name each of the new moons this year, this September lunation I will call Crow Molt Moon. Throughout August and September each year my jolly band of crows gift me with their feathers. I have hundreds of them now and I’m waiting for inspiration to use some of them in some special artwork. But for now, many of them reside in a basket that hangs on the wall of my living room, surrounded by other crow art.

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Flowing With The High River Moon

24. May 2009

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Flowing With The High River Moon

In my corner of the far northwest, there is almost always plenty of water. Here in Washington state, we are famous for the prodigious rain that falls. So it won’t surprise you that most springs our many rivers roar down out of their snow-capped mountains, full, frothy and icy cold. This spring I stood at the edge of such a river, the Dosewallips, which tumbles down from the Olympic Mountains through mixed woods of fir, alder and big leaf maple. I feel the energy, the power generated by the outpouring—even if it isn’t ever transposed into electricity. I attune myself to such life force, such vivacity, and inhale the highly ionized oxygen. Unlike the rhythm of the sea which often relaxes and soothes me, the relentless rushing of this river charges me up, as if I were a battery connected to its current.

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Full Moon Blooms In Me

8. May 2009

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Full Moon Blooms In Me

Here in coastal Washington state, wildflowers are popping out daily. This month the full moon blooms in the woods in the form of Palmate Coltsfoot, a disk-shaped white wildflower with pink tinges. I have spent so many hours staring at the full moon orb that I see its shape repeated over and over in nature: snowballs, jingle shells, agates, sand dollars, queen Anne’s lace and on and on. I have imprinted on the moon as if she was my mother, and together we’ve made a neural pathway through my brain. Of course I’ve already told you that I’m a Lunatic.

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Send Your Dandelion Wishes Out On A Breeze

7. May 2009

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Send Your Dandelion Wishes Out On A Breeze

Dandelions are setting seed on spring breezes. Whenever I see them I think of wishes, of hopes blown aloft on my breath—a reclamation of innocence and optimism. Spring is such a hopeful season, as we witness the ever more miraculous renewal of the earth’s life force in the northern hemisphere. How does She keep regreening despite the abysmal way we treat Her? This morning I watched a sparrow pick at a dandelion seed head then fly off, her mouth full of fuzz to line her nest. What a lovely home she’s building.

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Celebrating Ostara

11. April 2009

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Celebrating Ostara

All around me the earth is greening, dripping, receiving new life. I must invent new colors of paint to capture this verdancy on canvas. I feel inside the flow of nature; I feel one with the fecundity of the earth. Ah spring—who doesn’t feel the impulse of new life at this time of year? On my walk this afternoon, I watched several pairs of humminbirds courting. The females watched from branches, commenting on the males’ aerial acrobatics. I wanted to be that hummingbird, zipping up and looping into the bright sky, then plunging down, hoping to to dazzle. It just looked like so much fun!

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A Cleansing Meditation

22. March 2009

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A Cleansing Meditation

It’s Spring! Let’s all rush outside and dig in the earth. That’s my impulse for sure, but it’s a bit too early for planting here in the far northwest. On a cool spring morning, when I still want the effects of having gone out and played in the dirt, I like to do a grounding meditation that will also cleanse anything negative from my experience. There are many way to do this. Here are a few: Sometimes I just imagine myself barefoot in lush green grass, and allow the vibrations of the earth to rise up through the soles of my feet.

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