In each season, the rowan takes on a different spirit. Now, it is the time for the hummingbirds. Sure, we could say that trees, especially trees with exposed dead twigs, are one […]
The Spirit of the Rowan Tree
Not Quite a Lonely Vigil
Someday the rowan berries are going to be ripe. Until then, there’s a robin waiting, still, as he was at first leaf. But now, not alone. A hummer! I’m […]
The Rowans of April
Remember the rowans of January? Well, it’s not like that now! Remember the rowans of St. Brigid’s feast day? Things have changed around this place. The rowans are uncurling. […]
A Crown of Rowans for St. Brigid’s Feast Day
Today, I praise the rowan tree. This is her season, as ice breaks to the season of water and birds. Rowans with Elf Stone, Eyjafjörðursveit, Ísland She’s a tree, yes, but look how she […]
The Sacred Rowan
When trees are sacred, the earth doesn’t turn into a desert. And birds come, too, out of the air.
Earth Talking: The Language of Science Part 4
There are many ways to talk about the earth. One is to speak about it in its own terms. Take the word height, which means hill and head all at once. It’s related […]
Red and Not Dead
Are sumac drupes cast into snow by birds random? No. Are rowan berries random? No. Are yellow dock seeds cast onto the snow by wind random? Are the scales of the bark […]
Last night it snowed. This morning it melted and all that water went away. Well, not entirely. Mullein, 1 pm Last night’s snow has turned to sleet, caught by the hairs on […]
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