I spent years creating music out of pain. Real pain. Intense frustration. Deep sadness. And then … my life changed and the reason for all that was (ahem) divorced from my world and suddenly, I had room to be pissed off about other things. Climate change. Social justice. Sexual equality. Bodily autonomy. Much more productive […]
Creating art can be an act of resistance, which is maybe one of the major reasons to do it. Art can show us new ways of thinking, new ways of understanding an idea. Maybe we’re afraid of something and we read a story in which the object of our fear, a spider or a snake
Well, I’ll be damned. Just when I thought it was all doom and gloom, there are little slivers of hope like fragile shards of broken light penetrating my world. Don’t worry, it’s mostly still doom and gloom, maybe just doo and gloo, though. Michael and I watched a PBS series called A Brief History of
I wasn’t expecting it to hurt. After totality, after the Diamond Ring dazzled us, after the first light began to fade back in … it was just the same, sorry old world it was before, and it felt kind of awful, to be honest. Like … we saw this amazing thing, and everyone cheered and
Silvering light surrounds usas we wait for the momentEach subtle movement softly encroachingLike tentative loversreaching for each otherSun and moon one fleshfor this short whileSuddenly there’s OtherWorldly twilightSuddenly night drops like a stoneThere’s a ring in the sky, signaling silenceBringing the heart-light homeThe towering trees quakingalmost lit from withinas the fading sun beginsto soften for
Sometimes you just have to bite the bullet and follow the stars. Or in this case, the Sun, which is a star, too. Michael and I are headed to Arkansas in a few days, where totality will be crossing right through the parents’ backyard. How could we not go? I kind of don’t love traveling,
So turns out, the Neanderthals didn’t die out naturally. Nope. Sapiens happened. I recently read a fascinating book by a French archaeologist Ludovic Slimak, based on his 30+ years of studying Neanderthal remains and sites in the field. Apparently, geneticists recently discovered that some of our DNA is actually Neanderthal, leading to the speculation that
Winter lasted two weeks, and spring is already well underway, and yes … it’s lovely, and yet. And yet. Oh, yet. Regular followers of this blog know I am a fan of winter, of long dark nights and cold days and even snow. And even though all of that stuff wears out its welcome after
Well, it happens sometimes, doesn’t it? We need to hole up and be hermits for a while, us introverts anyway. I can’t seem to recharge enough lately, and I’m not sure why. It might be atmospheric, social, political, environmental, solar storms … could be anything, honestly. But the struggle is very real, and I’m sorry
There’s a beautiful tradition about the Goddess Brighid (Celtic Minerva) that I try to observe as often as I can. On the night before Imbolc, which is generally observed on February 1 so the night of January 31, she walks the land, spreading her blessing over the fields and through the homes, touching all the
