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Sacred water
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1.8.12 How our waters flow into one another the breathless “yes” of convergence when all that is sacred coalesces into a meeting at a river– We arrive with a sense of singularity but the water lapping rocks shows us the flaws in our logic games– This breath, this river one–this moment punctuated yet completely ordinary–

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Saturday water
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1.7.12 The moon’s influence on the tides is widely understood. Our bodies, water, ebb and flow throughout the month. Women speak of their “moon” when referencing menstruation. The dark of the moon is considered the ideal time to go inward, allowing the body’s waters to flow unimpeded. Tonight, the dishes in the sink, water running over cloth, soap uncovering bright shining plates, the moon hangs behind cloud cover waxing brilliant, pulling the gaze. It is impossible to look away.

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Occupying sacred space
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It has been a busy summer, one which I have meant to write about here, but it never quite happened. I had hoped to share some of the things I have been preserving, about making flower essences and tea blends, about getting my permaculture design certificate and embarking on an advanced herbalist training this year, but as you can see, there has been little space in my life for reflecting in writing. While this has been a summer of action, not reflection, the inward spiral of autumn has caught up with me. I have been catching bits and pieces…

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Magic in the woodlands
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This morning, the sun was shining and the air was warm. It felt like spring after yesterday’s snow/rain extravaganza. I was grateful for the bright, clear day and looking forward to a foraging trip along a marsh in Scarborough. It has been a while since I worked my plant identification muscles, and I couldn’t wait to practice in this new locale. When my foraging partner called to cancel, I was disappointed, but decided to make something of my time alone. I live near several small patches of woods to which I can easily walk in a few minutes. I walked…
