The Pacific Ocean
The glass door is open maybe three inches. It is a dull roar, punctuated by the clear sound of crashing waves onto the flat beach. The heater behind me adjusts. My husband rolls over in bed. Levi is silent.
We are at the beach.
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the person in front of me repeatedly adjusting their seat, each movement a grating assault on my laptop screen. The journey back to Portland, high above the clouds, prompts reflections on the comforts of home and the complexities of travel.
The Wheel of the Year is a cyclical and seasonal calendar. It marks the changing of seasons and incorporates festivals, or Sabbats, celebrating various aspects of nature, life, and spirituality.
Ranting on social media without alignment with organizing people is nothing more than performative and will never yield the change you want.
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