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Morning Starlight
Stars gleam brightly overhead in a deep indigo sky for this morning’s walk – the Wheel of the Year has rolled the dark time in!
It is our quiet time
We do not speak, because the voices are within us.
It is our quiet time
We do not walk, because the earth is all within us.
It is our quiet time
We do not dance, because the music has lifted us to a place where the spirit is.
It is our quiet time. We rest with all of nature. We wake when the seven sisters wake.
We greet them in the sky over the opening of the kiva.
~Nancy Wood
Earth Prayers From Around the World
Edited by Roberts & Amidon
Fall Floral
Equinox Escape
On the sun’s quarterly landmarks I take a vacation. I am learning new holy days, rooted in the natural rhythms of the universe in which I find myself. On these holy day holi-days, I devote a day to connect with nature directly. To remind my body and my mind what it is to be an animal in this world – away from the mental focus of my regular life.

Sunset view from campsite
This fall equinox, I left the city behind and headed for the hills. Along the David Thomson highway, on the crown land nestled near national parks, there is a wilderness playground for urban escapees.
An informal camp site at the end of a rough road called itself “home” the instant I entered the space. Beside the swift mountain river and ringed with mountains, it made a luxury resort for the weekend.
Harvest Moon
Light to harvest by…
Or Barley Moon, for the ripening (ripened) crops.
In my life, this moon is the Fall Jacket Moon, the Darkening Morning Dog-Walks Moon, the Flashlight in the Pocket Moon (for said am dog-walks), and the Alarm Clock in the Dark Moon. It is the First Frost Moon, the Birds Flocking Moon, the Geese V Moon, the Leaf Turning Moon, and the Fall Projects Moon.
Beautiful and bitter-sweet seasonal signs this month – some of my favourites!
Adventures in beekeeping
I escaped the city for a few summers to work at a bee farm, some time ago. In the Honey House I delighted in watching individual bees, fuzzy and wide-eyed as kittens. As one would come trundling along the narrow path of a board edge, I would lower my face to her level at the end of her path. She would stop short and sit back on her haunches to study the new development. After a pause, recognition would dawn and she would turn tail and flee, scurrying back the way she came.
They always seemed to be able to make out the monstrously large face of another being in my features. I was surprised that they related to their fellow creatures in a way that I haven’t noticed in other insects like moths, flies, or mosquitoes. Maybe it’s the social animal coming out in them?
This morning all the neighbourhood squirrels are out industriously clipping and dropping long green spruce cones from the trees, creating a steady “plunk” throughout the alleys.
Our resident squirrel – a yearling who has set up shop under our garden shed – is nimbly flowing out to the slender branch tips of the bur oak in his quest for the last remnants of acorns, occasionally slipping in the insubstantial branches and hanging precariously with a squeak! of alarm.
Although no other squirrel is after his treasure mine, he must contend with a curious blue jay who stops by from time to time.
1st geese sighting!
a flock of 9 geese flying south spotted during this morning’s coffee on the deck!











