Proto-Nemeton of the
Silver Desert
Reno, Nevada
“A spiritual path that speaks to the present times.”
We are devoted to reawakening humankind’s relationship with the living Earth, our holy Ancestors, and the great host of life with which we share the Land and the Waters with while forging a spiritual path that speaks to the present times.
We will foster the creation and recognition of sacred sites across the Land, celebrate regular and ongoing rites and offerings in relation to the cycles of Nature, and ever seek to lift up and defend the inherent sanctity of all life.
The Proto-Nemeton of the Silver Desert is the growing child of the The Nemeton of the Ways. We strive to provide spirituality and sanctuary for all.
We are devoted to reawakening humankind’s relationship with the living Earth, our holy Ancestors, and the great host of life with which we share the Land and the Waters with while forging a spiritual path that speaks to the present times.
We will foster the creation and recognition of sacred sites across the Land, celebrate regular and ongoing rites and offerings in relation to the cycles of Nature, and ever seek to lift up and defend the inherent sanctity of all life.
The Proto-Nemeton of the Silver Desert is the growing child of the The Nemeton of the Ways. We strive to provide spirituality and sanctuary for all.
Nevada, my Nevada,
A desert and a sky, A thousand miles of sagebrush To greet the weary eye. A thousand miles of sagebrush Upon a field of gold, A thousand miles of silence, A charm that's never old! Nevada, my Nevada, An endless inland sea Of alkali and sagebrush And winds forever free, Out of thy desert vastness, Out of thy deathly dust, There comes a lure that grips the heart And kills the wanderlust. A lure of length'ning shadows Of sunsets in the West Of winds forever sighing, That soothe the soul to rest. ~ Unknown |
Sleeping under Oaks"Oaks, groves, winding roads, all the twisted branches Gnarled reaches of a wrong direction Acorns and disappointments some on the ground, some hanging on I came to gather mistletoe, or kiss the earth and sky Nomadic tribeswoman, a newborn deer, lost and found We have fallen asleep together, the deepest peace I've known Now crows dancing on branches awaken me. I am alone, with our heartbeats in perfect sync, the deer's and mine" |