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 […]Read more "Defining My Faith"
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 […]Read more "Calling the Keepers"
I know a plethora of wise men and women who could run the world, but instead contend with ennui and the minutiae of life. Some witness the injustice of the world but turn away, busy with riddles that need no immediate answers. As if they were not keenly aware of the way that power flows […]Read more "Taking the Fire"
Read this closely, it’s not what you’re used to hearing: We are not merely spirits in a body. It makes no sense whatsoever to rely entirely on “otherworldly” senses to make sense of the world, or merely spiritual acts like prayer, when our house is burning to the ground. And it is.The only planet we’ve […]Read more "Learning to Shout"
I have become an acolyte for the Spirit of the Everglades, who has also been called Our Lady Florida and Lady of the Land of Many Waters. (The different names perhaps reflect a being of such power, but perhaps also her acolytes’ lack of a proper name, fitting the human naming convention. So, instead, we […]Read more "Taking a Leap"
Well, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? And I won’t say that I’ve felt the pull of blogging my thoughts into order a few times since the last post… I even tried, once or twice. But then the words all seemed inadequate and wouldn’t quite flow past the worries of the day. That’s still true, […]Read more "Shaking off the Dust"
The spirit of the land is calling out, I think, as the reports keep coming in from different corners and devotees. The ancestors reach forward, hold us in an ancient embrace, and whisper of the paths we could travel to survive the tangled webs, threads sticky and dewy with corrupt ideology. The sinews of the […]Read more "Genius Loci"