
the Divine suffers, as we do, with each death, and rejoices with us in each life. Our Flame is that of the Divine, never lost or forgotten, even when we leave our bodies and cease to be separate, and are again one with the Universe.
Read MoreToday we hear from our first of several regular columnists, Glen Gordon. The Song of the Deer I’ve encountered a phenomenon which is difficult to describe. It is the gifting of song from the land and the other-than-humans I share it…
Read MoreWe see death as the return to nature of our elements, and the end of our existence as individuals. The forms of ‘afterlife’ available to humans are natural ones, in the natural world. Our actions, our ideas and memories of us live on, according to what we do in our lives. Our genes live on in our families, and our elements are endlessly recycled in nature.
Read MoreMy heart pumps in, pumps out, pumps in, while the seasons pump the life of the planet, year in, year out. The globe’s temperature, moisture, and light pass by in a rotation that brings forth sprouting, blooming, fading, dormancy, sprouting—the cardiac coordination between the planet and its life.
Read MoreJust 12 days left for you to help HP place an ad at The Wild Hunt! Go to HP’s Indiegogo campaign to contribute. The theme for late autumn here at HP is “Death and Life.” I was in my twenties when…
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