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Equinox as Threshold: Inanna’s Pause and the Balance Before Descent There is a moment in the turning year when the Earth holds its breath. Day and night meet as equals, and the sun stands poised above the equator. This is the autumn equinox—a fleeting moment of balance before the descent into darkness. In myth, this…
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The Mountains: A Sanctuary of Strength There was a time when even the smallest daily tasks felt insurmountable. Opening my mail filled me with dread—what if it was another demand, another expectation I couldn’t meet? Life pressed in from all sides, overwhelming me until even the act of existing felt like too much. But the…
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Crimson Cloaked She Rises Where I live, the moon rises from behind a mountain. In autumn, when the nights draw in and the air carries a hush, you can see its light before you see its face—an eerie glow seeping through mist and breeze, as if the land itself remembers. On eclipse night, that glow…
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Foraging as Family Ritual At the cusp of August’s golden hush and September’s soft descent, we return to the hazel groves. It’s a quiet ritual now—me, my husband and children—stooping beneath the leaf-shadow to gather nuts. They pocket them eagerly, cracking shells with delight along the way. I don’t eat them myself. For me, it’s…
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After a winter of long days spent couped up, we long for the expansiveness of the ocean and the coastline.She calls to us—young and old alike. Children squeal with delight as they splash in and out of the wave’s edge, their laughter accompanied by the cacophony of gulls floating on the gentle breeze above the…
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The Earth Breathes in Gold The grass is all golden now—parched from the summer sun, it sways in the meadows and scatters its seed freely. The birds know. They come to feast on this offering, just as they do in my garden where fallen grass seed awaits them. The roses have spent their bloom and…
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It began with a flicker—almost imperceptible—on the edge of a woodland path, where ramsons rise in spring and the river murmurs past the remains of an old beech wood. She hovered beside a lone buddleia, wings blurred into a hum that mimicked a bird but belonged to something smaller, something more akin to a fairy.…
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The moon has long been a quiet companion to humanity—a celestial presence that shapes tides, marks time, and stirs something deep within us. For centuries, it has been woven into myth, ritual, and guidance, its silent journey across the sky mirroring the rhythms of change within our own lives. Perhaps it’s no surprise that we…
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Summer Solstice: Standing in Nature’s Peak Power There is a buzz in the air at the moment. All around, life is bursting forth in brilliant greens, as if nature has been tossing handfuls of emerald confetti everywhere. The air is heady—filled with jasmine, honeysuckle, and earth quenched by the morning’s shower. Everywhere, nature is in…
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Who knew mud could be so interesting? Following my flip-flop mud fiasco the other day, I decided to dig a little deeper into our slippery subject.Contrary to my initial belief that mud’s main purpose was to sabotage unsuspecting pedestrians and provide the perfect spa day for pigs and baby elephants, it turns out mud is…
