Welcome to all new listeners! I’m so glad you’re here. Longtime followers might remember that I told this story in 28. Seeing Each Leaf. But there was more to be said about the story, and I wanted to immerse myself in it again in light of the book I’m working on. I hope you... Read More... The post 54. Seeing each leaf as a separate thing appeared first on Priscilla Stuckey.| Priscilla Stuckey
BAD THEOLOGY, PART THREE I began this series of posts with a question: How has it happened that evangelical Christianity has so enthusiastically embraced Donald Trump. At first glance, this would n…| Peripatetic Pastor
by Craig Stevenson Have you ever had that funny feeling where you have the shape of an idea in your head? A notion, or maybe the thread of an idea. Not yet fully formed, but it’s there. You know the rough shape of it in your brain, but don’t have the words to describe it […]| Solarpunk Station
It is common to associate psychedelics with environmentalism. In the popular imagination, psychedelic users might be viewed as tree-hugging hippies and Gaia worshippers. But beyond these stereotypes, there is also research to support the links between psychedelic use and connection to nature, which has led some to argue that psychedelics could help us solve the…| Sam Woolfe
I recently heard Alex O’Connor (host of the Within Reason podcast) offer an interesting perspective on the problem of divine hiddenness, or the idea that if God existed, He would make His existence more obvious to everyone. Yet God’s existence is not obvious, and it may be easy to doubt and disbelieve, which is a…| Sam Woolfe
I've always believed that when you make something with your hands, it comes alive. Hares and bears and mountain lions and roses and hearth-homes and strange wheeled vehicles, they all wait inside the iron-dark clay. Our hands know how to pull and coax and sing them out. It is, in no small way, magic. At least that's how I find the process of working with clay, the act of sending a bisque-fired creature off into the kiln, to be engulfed in flames, to come out bright-skinned, umbered, new. I al...| The Gleewoman's Notes
