by Amy Martin (c) We are walking into darkness, ebbing toward winter, exhaling before we take a Solstice pause and begin breathing again into spring’s light. Shadows grow long, in nature and in our hearts. […]
Spring Equinox: Beyond Weather
by Amy Martin (c) It’s the first day of spring today, regardless of the temperature. Such ephemeral things as weather don’t determine the seasons. Instead it’s all about the Earth refusing to be upright and […]
Guerilla Ritual: Olympics’ Opening and Closing Ceremonies
by Amy Martin (c) When the Olympics kick off on February 12, sit back and enjoy the spectacle of guerrilla ritual, the kind you sneak on people by promising entertainment and delivering transformation instead. Nowhere […]
Walking into Darkness
by Amy Martin (c) It is the twilight of the seasons, when we slip betwixt the worlds of light and dark, day and night, warmth and cold. The Sun rises and set slower in the […]
Seeds of Abundance
by Amy Martin (c) for Autumn Equinox 2009 It was one of those brilliant autumn in days North Texas. The strident summer Sun had mellowed to just the right brightness, yet it was still t-shirt […]
Summer Solstice Sun
by Amy Martin (c) We face the Sun, the warmth caressing our faces carried by particles of photons, vibrating intensely from the heat, that bounce and ricochet off our skin until the photon’s light and […]
The Prayer Tree of Spring
by Amy Martin (c) In my backyard, there is a tree that blooms. When we moved here many years ago, it was lost in the darkness of oaks and cedar elms that grew to tower […]
Foolish Faith
by Amy Martin (c) It’s the very definition of insanity, you know, to do something over and again and expect that somehow next time will be different. Yet I don’t feel insane, I feel blissful. […]
“Axis Mundi:” a prayer for the inaguration of Barak Obama
“Axis Mundi:” a prayer for the inaguration of Barak Obama, January 20, 2009 I’m part of a panel at the Dallas Morning News called Texas Faith. Each week we reply to a question posed by […]
And Then You Remember Why
by Amy Martin (c) Hardly a day goes by that don’t I wonder why I do this, or that I don’t worry that if another responsibility or expense is laid on me that I’ll just […]
The Party and the Party Crashers
by Amy Martin (c) Come winter, every cold front from the north pushes ahead of it swarms of songbirds – and the birds of prey that feed on them – into the relative warmth of […]
