Seeking Strength

Today, the man who abdicated his position as “Leader of the Free World” through ignorance, ego, bigotry and despotism, dealt a serious blow to the world’s effort to combat climate change:   Today is also the start of hurricane season, forecast to be worse in every way, while the southeastern Florida coast expects yet more […]

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Awakening Spirit

“And the call isn’t out there at all It’s inside me It’s like the tide Always falling and rising” From “I Am Moana (Song of the Ancestors)” Forget the Disney synopsis, this movie is about our current moment and the awakening of Spirit in our lives and society. I know because it calls to me […]

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Sitting with Spirit

It was strange to hear from a trusted friend and experienced practitioner of the Ars Magika that the very public place we were holding our full moon ritual felt like an old ceremonial center. As far as I could tell, Downtown West Palm Beach had never been any such thing. Of course, nearly anything is […]

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Evenings at the Night Camp

I sit at a crossroads of sorts where Clematis Street, in Downtown West Palm Beach, is bifurcated eastward. Cars and people stream by, enjoying themselves in necessary oblivion. Sometimes the fountain behind me is running, creating a blanket of white noise. In the February heat of South Florida, evaporation loads the salty air off the […]

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Defining My Faith

Interrogating myself and what I believe in has taken me a long time, but perhaps it is now time that it bear fruit. Perhaps this is where I set it down, for myself, to see if the argument holds weight. Bear with me, this post is deeply personal. By 2008, I was finishing my Anthropology […]

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Calling the Keepers

I have an image of the death of our great potential indelibly burned into my mind. A wasted land holds the broken people of a mighty civilization that spoke across the world in seconds without uttering a word, split the atom to devastating effect and tantalizing promise, and traveled the sky on chariots burning ancient […]

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Confessing the Wound

On Tuesday I voted for a fighting chance, but by the time I woke up Wednesday, it had turned into a rallying call. I read the news at 6 AM, and I was due at work soon after. Perhaps that is why I did not plunge into the waters of fear and despair that engulfed […]

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