Welcoming stirrings beneath the surface

Close-up of a new shoot on a bramble stem

Seasons are not uniform blocks of time with defined edges. And we rarely step from one into the next over a clearly marked threshold. Instead, they are a flow. A movement whose surface often belies the eddies obscured from view. In the Celtic world, Imbolc is the name for the shift occurring around this time … Read more

Where do we go for quiet hope?

Fresh moss emerging from dead leaves

I don’t have the answer, but I know it’s a question that some of us, in particular, must pursue. Because it’s not in data, expert opinion or AI. And it’s not the same as optimism. So where do we find quiet hope? Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿