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Quest
To sit on the land and listen deep listening calling out for a vision, a waking dream Kairos-being Wilderness Quest my heart cries out for a moment to re-surface re-concile self with Spirit, to self and with Gaia, Earth, home and awake. I weep. Little birds seek a nest Old birds ache Empty nest. Continue reading
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February 3rd, 2026 10:45 UTC is the TIME Spring 2026: Candlemas, Imbolc, karhu kääntää kylkeään

The timing! The moment. Not just on a particular day because it is convenient. Yet!! That is the challenge of living with Sun-Earth-Moon cycles/calendars. They coincide with Life and transformation movement release and coming together. When I think about the Fire and Story day to happen out in the kota -which is today- I am… Continue reading
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Kynttiläpäivä – Candle day – Candlemas

An old post revisited. Merry Imbolc – Spring is coming in. Thank you for subscribing, listening in to my wanderings. May you all hold on to hope. Pray strong. The next post will go to everyone and it is about these few first days of February. Continue reading
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The Thing with Ceremony

How is ceremony – in practice? Continue reading
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Kekri

KekriElämä ja kuolemaKukinta ja kompostiLinnun polun maidon polunTuuli vieTuon-elaTerve meille vähäksi aikaLämpö ja ru’atMinulla ei ole paljonAnnan mitä minä voinJa vielä lisää.Kiitollisuus vielä. kekri❤️ #samhain #tuonela #linnunrata Continue reading
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Song of Birds

Today the birds sang in the forest In the back stretch of home Are the birds still singing in Gaza? Are the birds still singing in Yemen? Are the birds still singing in Afghanistan? Are any birds still singing in Canaan? Continue reading
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Spirit of Lingonberry
In the dream I watch. There are lingonberries everywhere. Sometimes there is one stem with one berry. Sometimes there is a stem with a small group of berries. We walk through the forest. I pick up a stem with one berry and a stem with many berries. I hold them and join them together. The… Continue reading
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Cedar
Cedar – mother tree for me. All of her is sacred – lightening black, grey ash, sacred red and green, ground, woven, eaten, carved, scent of Life and the Holy. This dreamed like it was just yesterday. For they are off to settle the skies to be “safe” and nowhere to prepare her. Continue reading
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Winter Solstice 2025
I see Sun standing still A shadow to follow on the face of my wall I mark the place Day in, Day out Over years. I see Sun passing through A late rising farther in the southeast A fast setting farther southwest I mark her coming and going in the white snow blanket With the… Continue reading
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Now I know…

I am influenced. Peoples of all indigenous roots have a story about a heart beat in Mother Earth. The differences being in shape, size, story, colour, side-characters of how that heart got there. And is still beating, pumping life into all who are upon, within and above her. Continue reading
