(Poetry) A Practice of Religion by Harriet Ann Ellenberger
The woods are my churchbecause everyone in them lives by the law.If you take more than you need there,your surplus will be stolen by brown bears,for dessert. I take to Read More …
The woods are my churchbecause everyone in them lives by the law.If you take more than you need there,your surplus will be stolen by brown bears,for dessert. I take to Read More …
What if whales are singing the music of the spheres? What if whales sing in the rhythms and tones of creation creating? What if whale song brings forth new being? Read More …
We were born for this, to work with the strands of ancient knowledge woven into our DNA, gifts from a long lineage stored in the 90 percent of our brain Read More …
LOVE IN THE CROSSHAIRS Reflections on Susan Hawthorne’s Dark Matters: A Novel I am asking myself what accounts for the haunting power of Dark Matters, this latest in a long Read More …
Guadalupe has an arm around quotidian Mary they have begun to howl not worrying that the moon is not in the right phase it’ll come says the second Mary when Read More …
If you were within the polar vortex, high above earth, the breath in your lungs would freeze.
Read all posts by Harriet Ann Ellenberger. Harriet Ann Ellenberger Harriet Ann Ellenberger was an activist in the U.S. civil-rights, anti-war and women’s liberation movements before immigrating to Canada at Read More …
It took many years for me to pronounce the communal nature of the Mago Work. Defining the Mago Work necessarily endows us with the bird’s eye view of the Great Read More …
From Harriet Ann Ellenberger: TO BARBARA MOR — BRAVE CAPTAIN, FAITHFUL FRIEND March 8, 2015 International Women’s Day Dear Barbara, Now that you’ve flown free of your body, I won’t Read More …
“Re-enter the fullness of the world, they say; rejoin the children of earth.” People you love build a small house for you, cover the dirt floor with hay, hook Read More …
May the earth live, May we live on the earth, May love in our life flower, May the transformation be realized. May it be stone that we stand Read More …
On 19 May 2013, my mother died, four days after her hundredth birthday. She’d been living for weeks on ice chips and low-dose morphine, regularly leaving her body to walk Read More …