Living
Winter’s Work
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“The key is yours, Sheri Ann. A gift of understanding, perhaps.” My child-self showed up at that moment and answered, “Only my ancestors call me that.” “I know,” she answered.
Living
Chickens and Rats and Land-Spirits, Oh My
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When I purchased this home and land, I did more than take title to some property. I made a covenant with the land and the land spirits to care for them and all the lives they hold. To work to nourish them and help them provide for the animals and the winged and crawly creatures who, in turn, sustain the land.
Living
Column: Be Easy When You Can
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Everything felt and seemed peaceful and quiet until my monkey-minded self interrupted my focus to wonder what on earth that raven was doing sitting so quietly for so long. Perhaps he wanted to see if I was still as funny as I believed. Who knows the mind of a raven?
Living
Column: Wild October
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Here in the wilderness of October, there are no veils, no doorways, and no thresholds for those who are willing and able to walk between the worlds.
Living
Column: Remembering and Keeping
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“What are these pillars, Gramma? Why do they feel so strange?” She stopped on the sidewalk and looked at me over the top of her glasses and said, “You ask strange questions, Sheri Ann.”