Spiritual sustenance, naturally.


Sometimes, usually when we least expect it, an event happens ~ after which life is never quite the same again. There have been no posts from me for quite some time, as I learn and feel my way into new ways of living after experiencing a health crisis. Slowly, deliberately, over the past few months I’ve been regaining my strength, noticing the little things ~ and coming to terms with the unpredictability of living. We can never know what will happen tomorrow, or even in the next few moments. On some level, we all know this, but for me it has become a lived reality.

Photo by Seth Rockmuller

As a result, I’m not certain which direction this blog will follow. What shall I release? What shall I continue? As the leaves begin to drift down from the trees, autumn seems an appropriate time to sweep away the unessential. Samhain will soon arrive, heralding a new year, a new cycle. Its meaning will be deeper for me this year, as I welcome my ancestors into conversation, and walk on the wild side.

Comments on: "Unpredictable" (8)

  1. Rachel Kelly said:

    beautifully said… and wise as ever. i think of you so often and wonder how you are, how you’re feeling and what this all means. lots of love to you and seth


  2. I hope that your strength and spirit carry you through. My wife and I are moving into a Continuous Care Retirement Community (CCRC) in PA. We are moving to a nice independent villa in mid Oct. if our house sale goes through. I’ll be writing more about our new environment after we get settled.


  3. “Country Roads” (take me home, to the place, I belong, West Virginia) is what that picture brought up in me. So lovely! I hope you begin to feel that way! I’m still working on those support groups. Do you need more?


  4. This is the best part of WordPress…your post sending me on to learn about Samhain and from there on to Pagans and then to Druids, and so forth. I sometimes astonish myself with how little I know. But I crave knowledge and spend an inordinate amount of time looking things up. Unfortunately my mind is like a sieve, and it’s a mystery how much of what I read is retained.

    I am an Irishwoman; and my father’s grandmother was born in Ireland and came by boat to New York City and stayed. I have the freckles to prove it!

    Your blog, like your heart, is always so full of wonderful things. Patsye


    • Thank you, Patsye. Many of my ancestors are from Ireland as well (including what my mom calls a “renegade priest”!)
      My paternal grandmother came to this country from Wales, and her mother was Irish.
      I have found it inspiring to explore the mythology and languages of Celtic countries – my indigenous roots.


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