Life, Spirit, and Health: the View from the Mountain
I was doing it wrong, and I knew it. It was one year ago today, my mom had just died, but I wasn't crying. "Something's wrong with me," I confided, oh so quietly, to those closest to me, a week later. They assured me there was no right way, no wrong way, to grieve. That… Continue reading On Mourning
Pull up a chair, my tribe, and I'll tell you a story, of the Before Times, which I rarely speak of - of my life before illness, which was an unusual one by anyone's standards. It is a bitterly cold night here on the Mountain, 8 degrees and snowy, and gazing at that snow, so… Continue reading Moonlight Diamond Benedictions, Beauty, and Magick
It seems that for us, "when it rains, it hurricanes," as one friend put it. As most of you know, Rhiannon's father passed away last week, and we embarked on a daring (for us) journey to Ohio, & back. I want to thank all of you who have sent messages of love & support to… Continue reading There, And Back Again
Clarity, that feeling of peace inside, of comprehension, of acceptance of what is and what will be, often comes in our darkest hour, or in darkness itself. It hides from the light of day, and waits for the dark of night, before revealing itself to us. We grasp it gently, lest it be lost, and… Continue reading Acceptance: Clarity Comes In Darkness
This is where I am tonight; this is what is in my heart & mind: Self: When I was 19, my new husband & I moved to 33 acres of gorgeous land in the foothills of the Blue Ridge. I loved the mountains so much, and wanted to learn about "homesteading." We got a goat… Continue reading Self and Self-Destruction
There are some moments that stay frozen in time, frozen in my memory. Moments when everything changed, in the space of a heartbeat: Virginia Beach, 1999. Rhiannon was 4. We were playing in the waves, standing in hip deep water; I was holding her while the waves came in and broke on us. Laughing, giggling.… Continue reading The Space Of A Heartbeat
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