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Invocation to Dian Cecht

Walking alone, Clouds above the rocky plain, Dust cloaking, choking, my feet, my hands, my face, I met a man Walking alone, Beard about his craggy face, Beneath his woolen cloak pouches, bottles, boxes, Of his trade. Touching my face, he cleared my sight, he cleared my thoughts, he cleansed my breath. Touching my hands,... Continue Reading →

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Harvey Update

This is just a brief update to let any readers know how the Hermitage fared over the last few days. There has been an enormous amount of rainfall in the Houston area since late Friday evening, as I'm sure everyone is aware. My sister and I, and all of the animals here at the Hermitage... Continue Reading →

On Staying Put

Today's entry starts on the patio of a pizza joint. The office for my day job is located a few blocks from Houston's Montrose District, so my lunch hour is generally spent in one of the cafes and restaurants along S. Shepherd Drive or Westheimer Road.  This particular restaurant has a covered patio surrounded by... Continue Reading →

On the Edge of Wild

On Summer Solstice morning - Litha, for some of us - I took a long-handled scythe into the meadow garden. This area was set aside to allow the native sedges and other wild plants a place to grow and reseed themselves more-or-less without constraint.  It's intended to be mown once or twice a year, and... Continue Reading →

A Table for One

It was Beltane Eve, around 6 pm. Thanks to a cool front that blew through last night, the temperature never got above 76 deg F and once the last of the clouds faded around noon, the day was sunny and bright. I was collecting the washing from the clothesline when I felt a familiar tug. I glanced... Continue Reading →

Abiding

A pair of Yellow-Crowned Night Herons (Nyctanassa violacea) are making themselves at home in the tall oak tree that overhangs my outdoor meditation and ritual space. I noticed them in March during my afternoon after-work chill out meditation period. I'd been sitting and quietly enjoying the sight of the trees tossing their heads in the... Continue Reading →

Wild Hares

There was a March Hare in my garden last night - well, a March Cottontail if you want to split hairs (har-har!) He sped across the yard, stopped and gave a shout, sped a bit more, stopped and cried out again, and so on all the way to the woods at the back of the... Continue Reading →

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