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A storm is coming. I've been feeling it in my bones. More metaphorically than literally. But nature has a way of obliging the inner landscape, shaping the outer reality to match. I woke up to the news alerts in my inbox: "Major atmospheric river storm barreling toward California: ‘Prepare for the worst’," and "California Braces For 'Biggest Storm of the Year'." Right on cue, February's full moon on Wednesday is living up to one of her lesser known names: Storm Moon. No one's looking forward...
It feels like springtime on California's Central Coast, where I’ve set down my roots... lightly, like a tent staked in soft earth... for the next few weeks. I've been excited because the weather is pretty good for hiking. As I look up the Santa Ynez mountains, the trails are calling. But here's the thing, finding the right trailhead around here is really challenging me. Stories, myths and wisdom writings talk a lot about the path and the journey, but no one talks about the trailhead. Often...
Do you have a hermit within? One that you tend to resist because it would inconvenience your world, so full as it is with 'doings'? I do. But sometimes we just know it’s time to sink into a little hermit mode, right? Late January does that for me. We took down our tree yesterday. The exterior festivities are fading, and now it all feels a little… well, January. There's an emptiness that lingers in the absence of the jubilation and merry-making. Go into the emptiness my hermit says. I resist....