Under a new moon, at the turning of the earth towards summer, I sit at my table out on the deck, the candle flickering as the last stragglers of the bat community head over east, and I, a being once so addicted to “everywhere-but-here”, a global gaddabout of the first order, so easily seduced by salubrious memories of living and working and loving in Europe, North America, India, the Homeland (Aotearoa New Zealand), always ready to go – go – go now, am wallowing in a ridiculous contentment that consumes all desire to spend precious energy fleeing the inexplicable luxury of… 235 more words
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We celebrated Imbolc at the beginning of August as the first signs of Spring’s awakening were burgeoning around us. We noticed our bulbs; first snowdrops, slowy the jonquils, and then daffodils beginning to bloom, we started to see new lambs and calves in the fields on our drives into town, and blossoms adding colour to roadsides everywhere. 935 more words
Hi, my name is Cara, and I’m Eclectic. I also love referring to myself as “a dirt-worshipping, tree-hugger”.
One of the downsides to being solitary and considering yourself eclectic in your path is that you tend to make up your own traditions – that is, you make things up as you go along. 788 more words
Constant evolution is our birthright. And so, it is incumbent on each of us to give it a consistent red hot go. The current astrology offers a delightful mix of soul soaring opportunity, heart dredging shadow dancing and an overdue whoosh of fresh air to ensure that even the stalest paradigm is rattled. 1,118 more words