Another post from the Dept. of Post-Collapse Studies. The icicle doesn’t fall far from the eave.* Click on the photo below to read the beautiful accompanying blog post. * If you missed it last year, please visit my post about my love of building snow houses as a child.
Some time ago I wrote a post about my love of building snow houses as a child. Magical places! Click on the photo to see a blog where a student has included a snow house in her natural building final project.
Today we will be attending a family Passover Seder, even though it’s not quite Passover. This family gathering is a large one, about fifty people, so scheduling can be tricky. At the home of a cousin, all ages will gather, from infants to great-grandparents, for a beautiful and joyous ritual meal remembering the Exodus; the [...]
Ten of us gathered on a frigid night, 9º F, with a wind chill many degrees below zero. Clouds were racing across the sky, hiding and then revealing the big, silver moon. We were bundled up, thus able to take the time we needed for this snow labyrinth experience. Candles in lanterns made of ice [...]
A number of years ago I attended a gathering with Jean Houston. She talked about the special social responsibility of people over fifty years of age, because elders have a life-time of experience and have “access to the depths.” What depths are these? I think of the Underworld, understood in many ways by different cultures. [...]
A quick note before we leave for Boston to pick up our daughter who is flying home from Ireland: The beehive huts at the top of Skellig Michael; the dazzling blue ocean; the Western cliffs; the mist filled, mossy woodlands; …the monastic ruins. They are calling. I’m eager to hear about my daughter’s Ireland adventures. [...]
Today many inches of light, fluffy snow softened my neighborhood, and the pale blue shadows on the drifts brought to mind the snow-houses of my childhood. Memories. The tiny space inside the snow-house was round, and just big enough for one person. The light which found its way through the thick snow walls was an [...]
