The Witch lives at the edge of the forest so she can get shit done.
“If someone comes along and shoots an arrow into your heart, it’s fruitless to stand there and yell at the person. It would be much better to turn your attention to the fact that there’s an arrow in your heart...” ~Pema Chödrön, Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living Image: Arrow to the... Continue Reading →
Spring is coming. You may not believe it, though you pray for it in your bones. You may not believe it, though you sing for it with your blood. Get ready. River Roberts, in her article The Courage of Spring, writes, ... when I truly thought about it, I realized that spring is far from young... Continue Reading →
An Open Letter to Jane Kenyon Jane, please- It is possible to pick a flower and not trip over the husk, to squat in pure rejoicing without looking forward to the demise of the coffee cup or the shards of your lover, broken on the floor. Eat a sandwich. Walk your dog. Live your life.... Continue Reading →