Music Ennobles All It Touches
On March 20th, 2018, a circle of people stood in the rain, celebrating the day the genocide ended. The Ohlone had called us together with faith leaders from many communities to celebrate the vernal equinox on a parking lot that covers the last remnant of a shellmound complex that stretched for miles. At the ceremony, … Continue reading The Day The Genocide Ended
Originally posted on GODS & RADICALS:
Support us by either buying our print and digital works (everything’s 20% off for the month of May with code RIOT) or by donating here, or both! “You, reading this essay: you are an ark.” From Asa West From a car window, California fuchsia might look like just another… Continue reading We Can All Be Arks
Originally posted on Signposts in the Mist:
I. In the Deepest of Places… They’re possibly the oldest living beings on earth. They possess the power to create and destroy life-giving climates. They thrive in the deepest of places and most extreme conditions – submarine springs, volcanic vents, hot desert sands, glacial ice – as well… Continue reading Methanogens and the End of the World
When does one wave end and another begin? I have always felt let down after Pantheacon. That first day back at my fairly colorless job, no one to share the insights, highs, and shenanigans of the weekend, my friends scattered to the four winds yet again, is always hard. This year I took the rest … Continue reading Nine Waves
Originally posted on Heathen Embers:
Welcome back. In Part One, I outlined our obsession with modernity, and looked at some of the problems surrounding it. In this post, I will examine in more detail the reality of modern life for the majority of so-called modern people, or as I term us, the Modern Peasants. So… Continue reading Modern Life Is Rubbish, Part Two: The Modern Peasant
The First Peoples of North America killed the Black Snake. They warned us all of the web of dark pipe, creeping across the Land, poisoning the Land, the Water, the Air. They had to speak, hoping that at last we would hear because death came once again for their lands, and because they knew that … Continue reading The Story of Now
Yew. Deep peace of the Grove. Silence in the back of my head. Like the Druid’s tonsure, forbidden at Whitby. When the Wild Celtic Church was tamed, Rome had its way at last. Or did it? The Yews still stand in churchyards. Ancient, filled with silence. The deep peace of the grave is not … Continue reading Yew
I ran across the One Million Redwoods kickstarter today. The thing that really brought me on board is that, besides the fact that this project is already underway, they are not just planting redwoods, but the whole forest community. They understand the difference between a tree farm and a forest, and they are doing the … Continue reading One Million Redwoods
Originally posted on Druid Life:
It may be as a Druid that your first instinct is to protect trees no matter what. It’s a good instinct, (I would think that, because I do feel it) but at the same time, it helps to understand the historical relationships between people, trees and the landscape. First up,… Continue reading Druidry and cutting down trees
1857 Barefoot in skirt with tattered hem Rising from the shallows where the Embarcadero would stand. She turned, her hair flowing over her shoulders. Pirouetted, changing as she span, Her hair caught up, a trident in her hand as she poses High above Union Square. 1967 She lies on her back on Hippie Hill … Continue reading Spirit of San Francisco
