Hecate

As a part of my daily practice, I ground and make contact with the cold, red, Virginia clay upon which my little cottage is built. I twine ...

Come, Come whoever you are, wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows...

As regular readers know , it's important to my spiritual practice to be in active relationship with a specific piece of land, rather tha...

Place is what takes me out of myself, out of the limited scope of human activity, but this is not misanthropic. A sense of place is a way ...