The Village Blog

A Find Amongst the Documents

I'm working on the Mother Grove Solstice ritual and ran across this poem. I'm not much of a poet, in spite of my name, but sometimes I can't resist.  So, here's this-- Seasoning By Byron Ballard I peel the myth ...
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The Rime Moon

Today was the perfect day for garden clean up. Sunny and warm but not hot. Bright enough to give me a headache, by the way. We cleaned the little kitchen garden and then tackled the Italian garden.  Cleaned and renovated ...
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Dreaming of Farms

As usual. As always. I grew up in west Buncombe on what was once a pretty little farmstead, with a lovely orchard, a root cellar, a springhead. My parents were not active stewards, shall we say, and the whole place ...
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An Energy Trap

I'm posting this because I mentioned it on Facebook and several people wanted to know how to do one. I developed this years ago when I was called out to a house near Enka Lake that needed a clearing done ...
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A Circle Cast for the Winter Solstice

I just submitted this to our newsletter and thought I'd share it here, too.  I am trying valiantly to avoid talking about politics--is it obvious? This is particular to where I live in the southern highlands of Appalachia, so you ...
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A Memorable Fortnight, or shameless self-promotion

I had such a streak of good fun as the end of November neared. I got to be on my first-ever webinar with my good friend and sister-mischief maker Maia Toll.  There's a link to it below. But you'll need ...
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Playing in the Paint Box

Thanks to all of you who have lovingly expressed your concern with the font colors.  I am playing around with all that as I re-engage with my own personal blogosphere. Heaven only knows what you may encounter next. Many thanks! ...
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The Mote of History: Dusting as We Go

I volunteered for a few hours today at a local historic home, the Smith-McDowell House. It is set up with rooms indicative of the history of the family—a local and prominent one—and they decorate lavishly for Christmas. My young friend ...
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The Land Grows Cold

I am home from the road. For now. The grounding of my life is the land here in the southern highlands of the old Appalachian mountains but the road is always tempting me to go farther, to travel more, to ...
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Setting of the Sun–a Harvest Lament

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness, Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping, We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves. Refrain: Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in ...
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What I’ll Be Doing For The Rest of the Year

o dear... So...today I had brunch with my friends Mia and John, and my work-wife, Star.  Mia asked me if I had posted where I'll be appearing for the rest of the year and I looked at her blankly. Recovering ...
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Something Big A-Rolling

into the woods Yesterday, early in the morning, before the sun was rising, I had an odd feeling that I couldn't quite peg.  I went to Facebook with one of my all-purpose advice balls and got an overwhelming response from ...
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