The idea of a universal calendar is a catastrophic abstraction of convenience. As two of my revered brothers have carefully pointed out: calenders are respective of -place- and -life-, and were never meant to be imposed upon nature in some cruel fantasy of perfect order, but instead -sensed from within nature-, as a living extension of biorelational time.

Time has been stolen from us by the abstract calenders we obey as if we thought them written in our bones, and the living calenders we ignore, as if these were somehow too obvious or mundane to attend. But it is living time we are, and were born to participate in. Our calenders are disturbingly uninhabitable, and their insipid substitutes for authentic celebrations largely serve to further divide us from our humanity and authenticity.

We cannot be human in dead time. So we must somehow together retrieve the arts of participating in the living calenders of place. The dances of the elements, the living beings, the seasons, the places…the moons. These are arranging themselves within us, and awaiting our recognition… in the universally familiar pattern of an invitation.