It’s a gray, dim day here in Sonoma County, under a foreboding blanket of low and heavy clouds. Forecasts are for showers throughout the day; it’s one of those Halloweens where parents crane their necks and scowl at the sky throughout the day, wondering whether they’ll get away with a…
Anxiety Eve
It’s the night before the most important US Presidential election of my lifetime. The entire world has a stake in the outcome: a decent and adequate leader with sound values and qualifications versus a mad, incoherent, hateful man obsessed with prosecuting his grievances and who has…
Solemn, Meaningful, Fun, Creepy
Happy Hallows, everyone, and may your celebrations be all the things listed in the title! I’m off to go walk in the old rural cemetery……
What We Turn Back into the Soil, Redux: A Guided Visualization
I improvised this guided meditation for the Atheopagan Saturday Zoom Mixer’s Hallows ritual on the theme I wrote about here, and people liked it so I thought I would write it down before I forgot it. First, get comfortable. Take a deep breath and…
What We Turn Back into the Soil
It’s Hallows season–Samhain, Halloween, what have you–and my mind turns to mortality, decomposition, recomposition and the great wide Circle of Life. I’ve written a bit about death. Here, about the fact of mortality. Here, about how we can prepare for our…
May Eve, the Darkness Before the Splendor
So it’s Walpurgisnacht, the night before May Day. Traditionally, a sort of transposed Hallows, with ghosts and spirits loose in the world before the brilliant dawn of the May. I sometimes think of May Day as the dawning of the World. There is something so grand and…