Susan Meeker-Lowry

“I dreamed once that I could hear lichens growing on branches and it sounded like love.”- Ellen Frances Sanders Lately in the evenings I’ve been sitting on my back steps (I really miss my porch in Fryeburg), contemplating, just being in the moment. The hummers come, the day birds return to their nests and roosts, and

I wonder if the Ground has anything to say? I wonder if the Ground is listening to what is said? – Young Chief of the Cayusus tribe upon signing over their lands to the US government in 1855  It’s one thing to talk about the importance of integrating the voices of the land and all

As far back as I can remember I’ve felt my world as enchanted. I think most of us do as children, but as we get older this sense of enchantment is left behind. What I mean when I say I felt the world as enchanted is a knowing not only of everything (besides humans) as

“If there was something in the air If there was something in the wind If there was something in the trees or bushes That could be pronounced and  was once overheard by animals Let this Sacred Knowledge be returned to us again.” – from the Atharva-Veda (VII, 66) as quoted in Entering the Circle* Ever

Note: This article was originally written about 20 years ago. It has been published in many different places and versions since. Free of birth or destruction, of time or space, of form or condition, is the Void. From the eternal Void, Gaia danced forth and rolled Herself into a spinning ball. She molded mountains along