Sometimes the bungalow is hidden

It seems like it is hiding a lot on Tuesdays. It takes a special consciousness to find the bungalow. I have to keep part of me in the present and slip back in time, one or two lifetimes, at the same time. That’s easier to do when my thoughts are of existential matters, and impossibleContinue reading “Sometimes the bungalow is hidden”

Memories of a sunny day near Val-kill Cottage

Last evening, a friend and I were discussing the national security debacle of Hegseth’s discussion of military actions in Yemen on an insecure chat line, with a journalist accidentally present. Memories drifted to the outrage over Hillary Clinton’s emails (“Lock her up!”) Well, then, “Lock him up!” Was he drinking, again, or is he genericallyContinue reading “Memories of a sunny day near Val-kill Cottage”

The reality of springtime

Skim through the pictures if all you want is spring fantasy. The text stands in strict counterpoint to them. The month of March and the advent of spring are always conflicted times for me. There’s the disconnect of New England weather with the folk traditions passed down from my English family. I’m still waiting forContinue reading “The reality of springtime”

Me: “Alexa, go to h*ll”

Alexa: “Sorry, I don’t know that one.” When I read on Bluesky that Alexa “didn’t know that one” about the January 6 attack on the US Capitol by right-wing extremists, I was appalled but not surprised. I verified it, trying many forms of the question. I even asked how many participants had been pardoned byContinue reading “Me: “Alexa, go to h*ll””

The winding path of herbalism

Most of the time I am a magical herbalist, selecting plants for their symbolic meanings and fashioning spell bags, herb bundles for burning, and protective charms. It’s powerful work, and yet it can leave me disconnected from the herbs themselves, since their use is largely symbolic. Sometimes I want to roll up my sleeves, selectContinue reading “The winding path of herbalism”