Another in my series of Sonoma Stories: mythology for a sacred landscape of meaning. Text version here.
Another in my series of Sonoma Stories: mythology for a sacred landscape of meaning. It was summer, and the great Sun was in love. He stretched his warm arms down to stroke the soft green of Sonoma’s belly, and everywhere he touched the grass grew tall, the…
Another in my series of Sonoma Stories: mythology for a sacred landscape of meaning. Text version here.
Another in my series of Sonoma Stories: mythology for a sacred landscape of meaning. Around here, before the Lost People pushed their way in and started building cities, this used to be Bear country. Bear’s still here, but she keeps to the hills and…
Walking in nature is a very healthy thing to do. It’s exercise, it fills your lungs with good air and your eyes with beauty, it reduces stress and blood pressure and depression. It is a sacred activity and, all by itself, constitutes an “informal” Atheopagan ritual. This…
There was a night—long, long ago—when we had captured fire. This was many years before we knew how to make it. We found it in a tree which had been struck by lightning, carried it in a gourd to where we made a camp. And that night, we gathered around…
