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The Cycle of Form and Formless
We are taken into winter, when the leaves are fallen from the trees and the branches are bare. Winter is this barrenness that belongs to...
The Long Night
The ‘Long Night’ feels true of our wider collective experience. Layers of underworlds. Journeys through grief, fear, loss and sickness...
Perspectives on Death and Dying
This months BIOPHILIA Mentorship focused on themes of death, funerals, grief composting and trauma amongst other earth element...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Everyday sort of Magic', by Charles de Lint
"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic, the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and...
The Edge You Carry With You
You know so very well the edge of darkness you have always carried with you. You know so very well, your childhood legacy: that...
On Being (T)here
In moments of transition and liminality, the movement from 'here' to 'there' can be washed away where only pure wonder remains. The...
Seasonal Poetry & Prose: Exerpt from 'The Night Abraham Called to the Stars: Poems' by Robert Bly
'The candle is not lit To give light, but to testify to the night.' ~ Robert Bly, The Night Abraham Called to the Stars: Poems
On Co-Weaving Community and Mental WellBEing
Throughout this year I've been reflecting on my practice of weaving containers, energetic architecture, and curating space, and given the...
On Disintegration
At times, our reference points will fall away, revealing a shimmering, pregnant, endarkened void. What we were so clear about just days...
Winter Trees as a Portal to Aliveness
There is something about the skeletal splendor of winter trees - so vascular, so axonal, so pulmonary - that fills the lung of life with...
In Loving Memory of Robert Bly
"He was a King, a seer and a poet. He was a lord with a manifold and great train. He was our magician, our knowledgeable one, our...
When The Source Ran Free: A Story For The Present Time
Watching the sun rise over the wetlands, the mist fading, even here in the midst of nature there is the strange stillness of a world in ...
A Deep Winter Prayer (of Release)
I release my partner from the obligation to complete me. I release my parents from the feeling they failed with me. I release my children...
On the Philosopher's Stone
'There is a secret medicine given only to those who hurt so hard they can't hope. The hopers would feel slighted if they knew.' ~ Jalāl...
The Tree of Life
The original symbolism of the Tree of Life involved a mythical sense of a world axis, the “axis mundi” around which creation was created,...
All is a Miracle
"People usually consider walking on water or in thin air a miracle. But I think the real miracle is not to walk either on water or in...
Words to live by
I have no parents: I make the heavens and the earth my parents. I have no home: I make awareness my home. I have no life or death: I make...
On the Gift of Wholeness
This time of the year can be difficult for many, opening a portal into feelings and memories of deep loneliness, shame, sadness, and...
On the Bedrock of BEing
It’s compassionate and also merciful to step back and acknowledge how much we’ve been through with this pandemic. Just to be alive as a...
On Shadowlands
We all have aspects or ourselves that we’ll do just about anything to avoid ~ our deep fear of intimacy, unacknowledged narcissism,...