Have a Joyful Equinox

Autumnal Equinox, “…the year descending into the ocean.” _Nuinn
a time of harvest….a powerful time to open to the energy of the fruit of the earth, and the fruit within our own life – to take time to reflect on the harvest that is occurring on the land around us, and then all that has happened to us , and all that we have gleaned or learnt during the previous year. _ from druid teachings (OBOD)
Pieces of light
By P. R. Lowe September 23, 2019
rise up with the sun
there’s much to be done
whisper the trees
and the bees
and the birds
the turtle
the dove
even the stars and the moon above
hiding behind a blue curtain of morning sky
and I still in my robe
bleary eyed and wet toed
walk gently on the earth
feeling it’s yielding
to the rhythm of fall
the call of winter
in every dangling leaf
still warm in the belief
that summer will last forever
I shiver and go back in
and begin my prayers
for the longest night
that all will come right
with the earth
and therein I curl
and begin to unfurl
pieces of light from the dark.

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Go Greta and Children of the World



Greta Thunberg to lead climate strikes for people from 150 countries in massive rally (Vox)

Climate Strike NYC: 1.1 million students can skip school for protest (New York Times)

5 Things You Can Do During September’s Climate Strike if You Can’t Leave Work (Vice)


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“The End of Living and the Beginning of Survival”

In  1855 Chief Seattle warned the white settlers of America that “when the secret corners of the forests are heavy with the scent of many men” it would signal “the end of living and the beginning of survival.”

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Worth Repeating… for Summer Solstice

I came across the post below when I was looking at some comments….I found it to be a great reminder for myself, so I am repeating it for you….. Happy Solstice.

Holiday Message From the Trees
Posted on November 21, 2017 by walkingwithtrees

“Drop your shoulders…release the darkness…come out of the smog and into the light…relax your body and soul and spirit…be at peace with yourself and your world. copyright: Nov 21, 2017, P.R.Lowe

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Coming Through the Veil (“Yes Virginia , there is a veil”)

‎By P. R. Lowe, copyright© 6/‎24/‎2019

I awoke…(or did I?) and I was lying, outstretched, on the ground with my head resting on a man’s arm. He was also outstretched on the soft turf beside me. We were chatting about our future and if there might be any children in it. Twins, perhaps?
There seemed to be what was farm equipment of some sort near by and sweet earthy smells. We were in a good mood. We had been looking for our dog, Jack, all morning and our neighbor across the ridge had just found him and sent him sliding down the big hill behind the fence. We had laughed with relief and at Jack, looking so silly sliding on his butt with a goofy grin on his face.
There was a great feeling of joy and satisfaction in this place and time. I had no thought of ever leaving it…and yet I began to feel a sort of intrusion…although “intrusion” isn’t quite the right word (I’m not sure what is)….something was changing. It didn’t feel unpleasant, just unexpected and a bit unsettling. I began to feel something under my right hand…what was that?….a furry warm cat’s belly? and soft little paws caressing my fingers as I rubbed her belly? We had no cats!
Things around me began to feel less solid and a bit wavy. I concentrated on the man next to me and his voice and the cat was gone….but she came back…each time a little stronger and for a little longer. I opened my left eye just a wee slit….which felt strange as I thought my eyes were already open. It was like I had two sets of eyes…one here and one somewhere else (or was it the other way round?) I saw a pale violet substance floating above us…like a piece of sheer fabric…like the scarves they drape you with at the acupuncturist’s or the ones they sometimes use in dance. A veil, for lack of a better word. Actually “veil” is a perfect word, as it grew larger and began to float gently over everything… not touching, but just there hovering (I realized) between where I was and where I was going.
The violet hue began deepening and the cat’s presence was getting stronger… the man and Jack growing more transparent and purple until they were almost gone completely. I remember thinking “No! Don’t open the other eye! Stay where you are with this lovely man and your beloved dog, Jack!” But the eyes opened on another place and time. I was in my bed, in an entirely different world, rubbing my cat’s belly. Although the man and jack were still there. I could feel them more than see them, as the veil was darkening in color and everything had switched sides. I don’t know how else to explain it. I tried to hang onto them for as long as I could…it felt so good to be there with them. But I was passing through this “veil” and leaving them behind..or was it ahead? I was now solidly planted in my room, here and now.. feeling a bit bereft and wondering what “here and now” was…really?
Eventually all was gone except my bedroom ceiling, the fan blades going round and round and a sweet furry cat, named Gwynfedd by my side, purring as if to say, “I wondered when you’d be back.” I remembered it was Monday, there was no man or dog or farm here and I had a real-time (what ever that is) “to do list” that I really didn’t want to do.(So I’m writing this instead).
As the morning has progressed I’ve grown more solid in this place but also know a part of me, or another me is still with Jack.
The other place was not the USA, I don’t even think the man and I were speaking English and yet I understood him perfectly. It was all very vivid, very solid, very real. Where ever it was (is) I was happy and that’s what drew me there again. Or is “again” even correct? It’s not really back or forward, its more like in between. And that’s what I choose to call it …the other side of the veil. Passing through the veil.
I’ve had these experiences before, let’s call them trips, for they are NOT dreams… very different than a dream. These are real places that are in my past, in my future, or concurrently happening beside this me, here and now. They are all me. And some of them I have gone to more than once.
And I don’t always have to be sleeping to go.

Now in my “here time” kitchen,(what else to all it?) Gwynnfedd is softly mewing for her breakfast, and I am thinking of Jack and the man. I sigh hoping to see them again and start my day.

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Flipping the switch….

October 9, 2018

by P. R. Lowe

when you flip the switch to living what you believe, from believing what you live…everything changes. everything……..

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The Box

The Box
by P. R. Lowe, Copyright May 13, 2018
I grabbed myself some dark
and a piece of quiet
and carried them out into the woods
like a sandwich
like a picnic
and I devoured them before day break
before the sounds came back
before the traffic and the noise of doing
doing doing doing
before they found me
for they had followed me again
trying to catch me
put me in a box with the others
with out any dark, or quiet, or stillness
just a heat lamp of light that buzzed
and burned the skin and assaulted the ears
and a bunch of hurrying scurrying creatures
that I had no desire to be with
I would find a crack in their crude construct
and I would squeeze out
into the cool quiet forest
and I’d grab me some dark
and a piece of quiet
and I would head deeper
into the woods
and have a picnic with the faeries

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