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Something to ponder: What do we mean when we worry about the “End of Civilization”? “Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.But no. Mead said…


In the library last week I spotted a book of Mary Oliver’s poems with which I was not familiar. I picked it up, opened it randomly, and found this poem. HEART POEM by Mary Oliver My heart, that used to pump along so pleasantly, has come now to a different sort of music. There is…

Imbolc, Time of Emergence; Brigid, Goddess of Creative Fire

Sometimes it takes a message from the larger world to shift our inner and outer paths. Sometimes the message arrives via spoken word or by e-mail, letter, or book. Sometimes it arrives, early in the morning, from Crow, whose presence in Old Oak speaks clearly to me without need of human words. Sometimes, the necessary…