Susan Hurrell

The Heart of Darkness

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The Internet has given all of us superpowers of communication, exposing our human frailty. By SUSAN HURRELL Humans just can’t have nice things. We have been given a tool that has the power to connect us with…

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Effort is its Own Reward

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By SUSAN HURRELL We are here to do, and through doing to learn; and through learning to know, and through knowing to experience wonder; and through wonder to attain wisdom, and through wisdom to find simplicity,…

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Aquarius Has Dawned

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By SUSAN HURRELL It has been 50 years since we first sang “When the moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars.” The dawning of the Age of Aquarius brought forward two counterculture…

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The Sound of Sacred Space

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Singing bowls can make beautiful music and sanctify your personal space By SUSAN HURRELL The humble brass bowl. Ideally suited to its purpose of serving tea, soup, water or food.  Large ones can be used as…

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Colouring Inside the Lines

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Adult-themed colouring books are wooing the cultural creative generation. By SUSAN HURRELL For many adults, for many years, it was a guilty pleasure, and maybe even a bit of a secret.  Not that there is anything…

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Primetime Pagans

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Pop Culture is Finally Getting Olde Religion Right By SUSAN HURRELL Would you bathe in the blood of a freshly sacrificed bull?  Kneel before a man wearing a deer-skin and antlers, who is possessed by an…

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Exceeding Yurt Expectations

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Savouring the ‘Journey Home Artist Retreat’ Experience By SUSAN HURRELL It had been a hectic week.  Other than knowing we were driving up into the Riding Mountain Escarpment area, finding a farmhouse called Journey Home Artist…

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Bronies

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An Unexpectedly Spiritual Culture in Spite of Itself By SUSAN HURRELL “It’s not what you think.”   I asked my co-worker, “Why are there a row of plastic pastel ponies lined up along the edge…

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