Sophia Bonnie Wodin

“Fired up Ain't gonna take it no more Tired up Ain't gonna take it no more...." lyric by Holly Near Fired up then tied up. As I surf today’s political waves all too frequently that’s how I feel.   The Women’s March in Washington D.C. with its Sister marches around the world energized us giving us hope. They were followed by a barrage of proclamations, Executive Orders, and the ensuing protests. In Canada, where I reside, we have our share of political betrayals.   From reneging on his campaign promise of electoral reform to supporting the construction of two pipelines all the while maintaining that we can protect our waters, Trudeau’s appeal is wearing thin. The news twists and skews events to promote fear and sensationalism rather than understanding.   It seems essential to remember who I am and what I know in order to navigate daily events.    To help me out, I turn to the Elements of life. Today I am thinking about Fi...

“Welcome Brigit             Brigit is come Brigit is welcome               Welcome Brigit Brigit is come Brigit is welcome Welcome Brigit…..”* Intoned seven women dressed in white gowns and red cloaks approach from the north. Intoned seven men in red trousers and white blouses with red cloaks approach from the south. When they reach the clearing each procession continued round the circle, sun-wise, until the circle was complete. And then the women walked again until they were placed woman, man, woman, man describing the circular clear in these mid-winter woods. A thin sliver of the new moon peeked through the clouds.   Stars shone upon the gathering. In the center of the circle stood three facing out towards the circle and forest beyond, a fire at their backs. The first holds a pen and larger book.   Th...