Tag: Inspiration

  • Caught Up in the Flow: What I Believe

    Caught Up in the Flow: What I Believe

    This is less a journal of my proclamations as it is a record of my process. I am figuring it out as I go. If you think you’ve already got it figured out, my writing may likely rub you the wrong way. Over the past several days I’ve been in the midst of what my […]

  • How Do We Begin?

    How Do We Begin?

    Sometimes I find myself out of balance. Today, for example, I came into my room — the place where I light my incense, still my mind, perform acts of reverence and celebration — and I found myself uncertain about how to begin. My mind was a repository for too many things. There was clutter everywhere. […]

  • THE DRUIDS ARE COMING! Plant a tree.

    THE DRUIDS ARE COMING! Plant a tree.

    Open yourself to the movement of creativity in your life, and there is no telling what will happen. I have a tradition of rearranging plastic, magnetic letters on the back of my local coffee shop’s espresso machine to make ridiculous phrases. While waiting for my chai (much lower in caffeine than the triple espresso I used to drink), I […]

  • Want To Make The Gods Laugh?

    Want To Make The Gods Laugh?

    Make a plan, the gods say. I dare you. Ok, ready? You’re me: You put on your denim kilt, blue button up shirt, and patchwork hat. Your beard is tidy and trim, and your socks pulled up. You load up the car with your husband, a tupperware container of crayons, and a bag of chocolates. […]

  • WAKE UP, PAGANS! The End is Here!

    WAKE UP, PAGANS! The End is Here!

    I think “eschatology” is a funny word. Speaking it out loud makes potty-jokes come to mind. Say it, and I remember being 5. The definition of eschatology, “the part of theology concerned with death, judgment, and the final destiny of the soul and of humankind,” is much less funny. It, one might say, is a […]

  • Where is the Source of Your Inspiration?

    Where is the Source of Your Inspiration?

    This morning I woke, picked up the pen and paper on the hotel nightstand, and wrote down these words: What is it to write from sleeping? To write without ceasing. To hold back the need to edit, the impulse to correct. The penmanship is awful, but that does not matter. The only impulse is to […]

  • I Keep Vigil to the Fire: Imbolc Poetry for a Goddess

    I Keep Vigil to the Fire: Imbolc Poetry for a Goddess

    Today, pious Pagans around the globe are posting poetry online in honor of the Goddess, Brighid (otherwise known as Brigid, Brigit, or simply, “exalted one”). I join them here on Bishop In The Grove. Imbolc, as I wrote about yesterday, may have milky origins, but the day and the season speak to something much deeper […]