Meet Peregrine: Notes from the Trail By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC Meet Peregrine a 2017 Giant Escape City, my new bike. Named after St. Peregrine the Martyr who refused to worship the emperor. (Today’s Trump) Named after St. Peregrine of Auxerre due to his Champagne color. Named after the Peregrine Falcon…
Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
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The Garden Before Grace
The Garden Before Grace By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC Twenty-seven years ago, on a Summer Solstice long ago, I completed my third-degree initiation within the Wiccan tradition and took vows that felt, at the time, both solemn and eternal. It was a night of deep symbolism and sacred friendship, celebrated…
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Broken Yet Beating
Broken Yet BeatingBy Brian Ernest Brown I’ve always knownI’ll die of a broken heart Shattered like glassIt was preventable and yet inevitable Only thing worseThan a fate such as this Is most assuredlyLiving with a beating broken heart
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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So Many, Too Many
So Many, Too ManyBy Brian Ernest Brown So many wounded people.So many ill people.So many frightened people.So many sad people.So many frustrated people.So many angry people.So many lost people.So many hiding people. Many. So many. Too many.Lord, in your mercy, hear our prayer. My petals have drooped a little todayEven…
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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If I Ever Said I Love You
If I Ever Said I Love YouBy +Brian Ernest Brown If I ever said I love youI mean it even now If I ever held you in my heartI hold you even now Love never gives up
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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The Glassblower’s Heart
The Glassblower’s HeartBy Sarah E. Skwire It is not stable. It has never been.It’s fifteen thousand brittle, jagged shardsWhich impersonate a whole. Innately marred,It could explode at any time–just whenYou least expect it, like as not.The threat of loss and injury is all too real.You have to heat it. You…
Dancingbird Gallery & Studio
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Holy Springs, Open Doors, and Coming Home from Another Direction
Again I find myself returning to the theme of home, how a place can call you back long after you’ve left it, and how returning isn’t always going backward. Sometimes it’s a forward movement from another direction, a circling flight that finally brings you to where you were always meant…
Dancingbird Gallery & Studio
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Heat, Hummingbirds, and the Hazards of Creativity: Notes from the Torch
Heat, Hummingbirds, and the Hazards of Creativity: Notes from the Torch This morning began with clarity, the rare kind. A soft, cooling breeze slipped through the Ozark hills, and for a brief, holy hour the world felt fresh… and so did I. My mind was sharp, ideas were flowing, and…
Reflections, Musings & Meanderings
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There’s No Place Like Home: Can You Ever Go Home?
There’s no place like home but can you ever go home? Conventional wisdom seems to say no, you can never go home. Such wisdom would suggest that once you leave, things change and try as you might it’s awful hard to find your way back to that which you left….
Poetry, Prose & Prayer
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Word Painting
Word Painting By +Brian Ernest Brown, CWC It is often said,a picture paints a thousand words. It is also true,that words can paint a vivid picture. Albeit sometimes,the phrase, fuck my life, says it all.