feral thoughts...

So lately, with the shaky economy, this unending war, uncertain political times, etc, many of my friends have begun to purchase land, with the idea of "escaping" to the woods. Some of them seem scared, or a bit paranoid, but one of my friends just seems fed up.  Read More »

So I've been thinking a lot lately about living communally, anarchy and what that means, whether I would label myself "anarchist" or not, whether I'm religious or spiritual or not, etc.  Read More »

This morning, I felt a huge amount of gratitude for the blessings I get when I work with the teenage moms at the White Shield Center. I invited one of the girls to tell her birth story in prenatal class and was overjoyed to see the love on her face as she gazed at her little one and talked about his arrival in the world; a birth which was calm, beautiful and all natural!  Read More »

I love my house! Newly renamed Pandemonium Fortress, or the Panda Fort, the once-upon-a time Pink House has been transformed from a party punk house to a peaceful place for travelers, a home for those who would otherwise be homeless, a practice space for communal living, a house where it is perfectly acceptable to skin roadkill on the front porch.  Read More »

Imagine for a minute that you are a newborn baby; for nine, quite months, you've sat in a peaceful, warm, nourishing womb, listening intently to the sounds outside; the voices of your mother and father, their friends, their own parents, their sisters and brothers.  Read More »

I'm white, no doubt about it. My ancestors are all from England, Germany, Ireland and Scotland. My sister and many of my cousins are redheads; my family is about as white as you can get. Yet every time I hear that nasty term "white privilege", I want to freak out. I have a couple of reasons for this.  Read More »

I really liked what Turtlesuds wrote about spending time naked in Eden; yesterday I took two four-year olds out to the Columbia River Gorge for a wild run up and down stony trails, chasing each other, looking at endless waterfalls and giant Doug Fir trees; we got high on oxygen and running, us city-kids, not used to lots of fresh, unpolluted air.  Read More »

Ok, so the title above does not represent my own viewpoint, but I'd like to bring up a discussion I've been having with a number of friends in the past few days; the idea that penetration, in and of itself, is violent; therefore, all heterosexuality and most homosexuality as well, whether consensual sex or not, is violence.  Read More »