Do you know where you’re going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you? Where are you going to? Do you know?* Twice a year, I sit back and reflect. In July, on my birthday, I ask: what am I not doing that I want to be doing? where am I supposed… Continue reading Where are you going?
When, on a last-minute whim, I decided to take this holiday week off, I imagined myself immersed in all things creative. I would write every day. I would finish that poem. That short story. That novel. I would spend hours in the art room. I would read books—remember The Unread Book Project? I would surround… Continue reading The Best Laid Plans
What faeries be, What winter elves, do play amongst these trees? What magic acts are set about to trick us with such ease? What spell was cast upon these rocks to make them playful so? What trickery? what wizardry? perhaps we’ll never know. • • • Poem and photos ©2010, Jen Payne
“The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.” — John Muir • • • Merry… Continue reading *Christmas Blessing
This time of year is steeped in tradition—those of our family, our religion, our community. As if by rote, we bring out the decorations, put up the tree, hang the lights, sings the songs, and eat the foods that are our customs. But, do they still resonate with us? Do they fill our hearts in… Continue reading Trying on a New Tradition
The Solstice full moon as it prepares for its eclipse. “Now is the solstice of the year, winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Join together beneath the… Continue reading Joyful Solstice!
Clearing my head this day is like clearing a thicket of brambles and branches. My thoughts have attached themselves to me like burrs, and it is too cold to stop and try to pull them off. So we walk along the frozen path together. It is quiet in the woods now. Except for the still-suspended… Continue reading When Magic Has Its Say