Temple Room, where you can come for a reading and some tea. I've been thinking about and living into moments of sacred space the last month. What makes a space sacred? What makes a particular time sacred? Are these places and the times in which they appear separate entities, or are they connected into a …
Tag: Wednesday Wonderings
The Profoundly Simple
"And what is more generous than a window?" My last post talked of how spring had stirred me to silence. It seems that has really been the case, as I went quiet for a few weeks. During this writing hiatus, I've sat with the silence of spring, in hearing and reflection. I have also joined …
Stirred to Silence
Brewery Creek wakes up, ferrying the melting snow in sun-kissed ripples. Water is magical. I don't think there can be any doubt about that. It has the power to give life: as the broth of the Primordial Soup; the cushioning fluid that holds us in the womb; and as a key element of our biological …
A Year Already!
Hop pendant by Katie White We have officially been in Mineral Point for a year! February 16, 2021 was our first day of moving into the new house. Thank you all for the friendship, the welcomes, and the continued adventure! I first came to Mineral Point in 2016 for the Cornish Fest. I had heard …
Mineral Point Myth: The Birth of Brewing Mother
Brewery Creek in Winter I took a class on Indigenous religions the fall of 2021. For our final project, we had to explain the mythographic landscape of our home using depth psychology and motifs from Indigenous storytelling. My mythos centered on Brewing Mother, a name that I gave to Brewery Creek. Brewery Creek runs behind …
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Brigid’s Crosses Reflections
2022 Brigid's Crosses | Crosóga Bhríde February 1st is the feast of Imbolg. Also known as Candlemas and St. Brigid's Day, this festival celebrates the warming of the sun and the fertile earth that lies beneath the snow. The festival was original a pre-Christian Irish celebration of spring, which is where we get the name …
Hearing on the Mine
"I am before the caldera of the Infinite." It's about one in the afternoon when I climb the mine. It's a wintry day, and not wanting to trek through the snow uphill, I take the long way up through the southwest path. The crisp air gently brushes my cheeks, and I pull my sweatshirt hood …
Red Amongst the White
Sumac on Merry Christmas Mine Hill I've been thinking about the color red recently. It's a very magical color. Though, truth be told, any color is magical if you use it for magic. Still, red is special. It's associated with blood and the lifeforce. Groups of prehistoric hominids used red ochre to decorate pottery and …
A Social Action Prayer
Mineral Point suffered a tragedy this last week when two of its firefighters were killed in a vehicular accident. Like many in the city, I sit with sorrow in my heart, knowing that families and the community are changed forever. At the same time, I acknowledge sources of pride and inspiration that come in the …
The Snow and the Silence
A deer stops in the yard after a fresh snowfall in Mineral Point. There's something so special about the silence that accompanies a snowfall--that deep hush that covers the world as thick, wet crystals cascade from the heavens. It is a sound all of its own, that silence. While I am not much of a …
The Point Witch 