Today, on the last Saturday of August, I set down my gathering basket for a moment and exhale: here it is, one whole growing season. I pause in gratitude to contemplate all that has risen from the Earth, met me along the path, passed through my hands and come home...
Half a year ago, in the glowing warmth of August, I wrote the previous entry of this blog, titled The Spiral of Time. I remember that moment with unusual clarity. It was the high light of summer — a light so expansive and intense, that it felt like a radiant,...
Since the 18th of February, when the new year bearer Mam Oxlajuj Iq' was seated, I have been listening with a sensitive ear and alert mind to the sweeping winds of change it has brought. These currents have shaken all of us profoundly, across the world. The hurricane...
In the light of a spring evening, I gaze upon the front yard — alive with birch trees, fluttering their newborn leaves, softly like butterflies. The long and gentle spring awakening brought by chilly winds, is still lingering. Here it is, a turning point - the wait...
The purpose of this writing is to open the vast field of meaning that the word 'Maya' can refer to geographically, temporally, regionally, linguistically, and culturally. When we encounter the word 'Maya' we can ask for clarification: which specific time in the...
Slow is the northern awakening. The hibernation has been deep, deeper than ever. The convalescent of winter is wandering through the bare-boned trees, suddenly immersed in the flooding light. From the brown deadness of frayed leaves a very first messenger of spring...
