Musings, News, Articles…
New Music Video: Shelter of the Wood
A Visual Journey by Tessa Shields. The water sounds in this song are all field recordings from my Pacific Northwest woodland strolls. This video takes us there, and includes many non-human friends one might meet in the forests — see how many you can spot!
New Single: Grandmother’s Tears
The first song off From the Wild, coming April 22! In honor of the ancient earth’s healing power. And with gratitude for so many generations of our ancestors’ care…
Opening for Faun in London
We’re thrilled to announce that we’re opening for Faun at Union Chapel in London on April 9th. Get tickets here: https://www.ticketweb.uk/event/faun-union-chapel-tickets/9755025
In Celebration of Cameron Powers
Dear friends ~ I want to take a moment to honor a great man who recently left us… We use words like “fearless,” “unapologetic,” and “wholehearted” now and again—Cameron lived under these banners every day. I have been honored to call him my primary musical mentor, and even more honored to call him my close friend.
A Story for the Dark Moon
When I was in the very beginning of my “spiritual” path, I spent 3 years doing weekly dreamwork. Both of my parents were trained in the art, so I wasn’t a total stranger – but this was the first time I made a practice of writing down my dreams and working with them in a group.
꧁Shadow Woman꧂
I was 22 when I had my first mystical experiences. One came to me in a dream: I dream I am in this small, black room, and I see no way out. But suddenly, out of nowhere, a cloaked woman appears. She beckons towards the wall…
❈ Homecoming ❈
❈HOMECOMING❈While our hungry ghostsAnd the machine they createdDevour all that is beautifulStrange and wild I would like to see Beauty herselfbegin to do the devouring Eating all that is uglyAll that is festeringLet the walls be overtakenwith vines,...
For Boulder {grief medicine}
Sometimes grief moves in silence, a dark undertow too deep to fathom. Sometimes it is moments of bright grace, and tears that heal. Sometimes it is a screaming howl. Sometimes it’s gratitude. Sometimes rage. Always raw, unwieldy, unexpected…
Bounty & Loss
Bounty & LossAs I type this, I have arrived in a very different habitat/ecosystem. My heart aches a bit for the wild forests I have left behind ~ soon to turn to dust and brown, all the while exclaiming one last display of glorious, colorful splendour, and...
On Naming…
On NamingHerein are just a few friends from my walk today...and some words about naming, and knowing the world around us: . . . I love naming things – not so I can check them off a list or file them off in a box somewhere, nor commodify or capitalize off them – but...
My Earth Mama
My Earth MamaIn the age of Covid, I find myself wishing we wouldn’t use this time to get more digital, but rather to get more earthy. I’ve started to wonder: since when, and why, has outdoor and hands-on work fallen so out of fashion, while staring at a screen while...
The Urgency of Slowing Down
The Urgency of Slowing DownWild ones...I don’t think this is the springtime any of us were expecting. But it is springtime nonetheless, so I’m peeking out of my [quarantine] cave to say hello and send blessings from my hermit heart... How are you doing? How is your...