It doesn’t look like much at all, really. Just a big jumble of bright green, floating like a platter on my bucket pond. But it is precious to me, the very heart of one of my first annual rites of spring. This is my fourth year of this ritual that first began when I kept…
The sun sank in a rose-colored ball this evening, across the sky from a full rainbow woven over a sea-foam of clouds. As I was finishing my nightly walk-about around our summer-sleepy yard, our first sacred Datura flower opened up to greet the coming moon. These flowers–powerful shamanic medicine that can kill you if you…