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Mother ocean, we huddle around her, poor lost children forever tied to land but unable to forget the slow, hypnotic beat of...

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I am aware that writing this post is deeply ironic. I haven't had anything to write about recently. As someone whose primary spiritual practice finds...

Olympic Peninsula - 2013 If you haven't heard somewhere...

The heron and the gull, lifting like winter leaves, don't fly alone, a thousand breathes, carry them heavenward, asking nothing but the intimacy of spectral fingers, twined with questing...