2 months 7 days

i am relieved it is over. i didn’t write back to you, meredith, for 2 months and 7 days. i should wrap up my thoughts about Ani.Mystic, but instead i will write in response to your Last Ani*mystic post. 7 days – 2 months = 5 fingers i am electrified by your interest in mudras.… Continue reading 2 months 7 days

(w)holes in the fabric

i like the looks for that “w” it looks human, arms in orans–a word i learned yesterday. orans looks like this: i have started to use this posture in my morning prayer, it feels good. what didn’t feel good was slogging through this chapter–it felt interminable. i was intrigued by the blending of permaculture and… Continue reading (w)holes in the fabric

bigger than thou

i enjoy what Meredith wrote in her post on chapter 4 of Ani.Mystic (is that what we’re up to in book club?): time is not just number, time is not clock time, time is a feeling what does it feel like, then, to be in relation to time? Gordon White writes of a 260-day Mayan… Continue reading bigger than thou


“Our numbers have meaning when they describe the duration of a cycle“, writes Meredith. chapter 3. the duration of reading pages 1-81 may vary. i have to go back and find where my mind was when i read this chapter, there’s been a break in between as i attended to life’s mundane and wonderous duties.… Continue reading counting

upon a stone altar

This year (it’s been a year since our last book club, Ursula Le Guin’s The Left Hand of Darkness.–a year!) Meredith and i are reading Ani.mystic by Gordon White from Rune Soup (both of us got the nice hardback edition, because, book nerds). i have read none of Gordon’s books, and i am excited to… Continue reading upon a stone altar


i missed you, blog. i’ve lost you two or three times over the past 16 years or so. now we are, once again, reunited.

crying in the void

it has been a long while since i was so devastated upon finishing a book. i have a new title to add to my list of books i truly, deeply adore: The Left Hand of Darkness, my Ursula LeGuin. i wish i had read it in late teens, in my twenties, thirties… once a decade seems… Continue reading crying in the void


Mr. Ai is hosted at a member of the Orgota elite, with his room warmly “…piled with furs, the rugs, drapes, wrappings, mufflings”. What seemed designed to ensure his comfort becomes, after a brief conversation with Therem Harth, “stuffy and cloddish”. Who might want to muffle Ai? The above oil painting by the Danish painter Hammershøi reminds… Continue reading muffled

double trouble

mounting tensions between Karhide and Orgoreyn… and between what we think we know, and what the author is slowly teasing, revealing. are we on the Envoy’s side? do we trust Estraven? what is trust? trust means something reliable, predictable: i trust that you will act and think in alignment with who you are. your intentions… Continue reading double trouble