The Dark awakens, but we fear not; The Night ascends, and we rise up to meet it, For Night is the time when the Light is brightest. Stars glimmer in the deep dark; The moon is more radiant than ever; We shine brighter, too, in contrast. Winter is the sleeping time, the learning time, The […]
Words spill onto unspoiled white and where one there was nothing a new world is born Words fall from lips into an empty room and where one there was silence ideas form Words slip between fingers and where once there was anguish there is relief Words show up in the damndest places and where once
It has become my tradition to take the last week of the old year and the first week of the new year off. No students, no clients, and no pressure. It’s necessary. Anyone who teaches anything to anybody needs a break to clear their buffers, and anybody who sees clients for healing, coaching, mentoring, or
Blessed Night stretches Her arms reaching ever outward To embrace the sleeping world Too often we fear her Our Dark Mother The Goddess of Winter The Hag, the Crone The Crabby But Wise One Who dispenses wisdom That tastes bitter before We learn to seek its sweetness She brings cold, and death But blessings, too
A big ugly spotlight has been trained on misogyny and sexual mores in the US over the past two ugly, gods-forsaken years. Maybe the one good thing to come out of all this is the number of women who have said, “Okay, enough. I’m done taking it. I have held so much peace my bladder
Everybody (at least in the US) that I have talked to since Tuesday has given me a nearly identical list of symptoms: exhausted for no reason, feeling very fragile and emotional, generalized pain or specific flare-ups of chronic inflammatory injuries, not able to focus, brain fog from Hell, and significant changes in appetite. How about
I was taking my shoes off at the top of the stairs after a gig; sure, I’d had a couple glasses of wine over a three hour show, but that is not very much at all. I’d done this maneuver a thousand times without a single problem, so when the push came, and I lost
Eager Night spreads velvety embraces earlier with each passing day. Those of us who relish Autumn’s gentling of the year are twilight lovers, too, and Autumn is twilight season as much as it is leaf-turning season. I love to watch night slip in like molasses, love to watch the world turn to gold as the
Harvest season has kicked in to overdrive, the sun is zooming southward (or northward for my southern hemisphere-dwelling friends) and there is a nip in the air that freshens every breath. I woke up yesterday morning and it was Autumn. Just like that. Thursday afternoon we had 93 degrees with heat indices over 100 and
We’ve talked about this before, but apparently it’s something we all need to keep top of mind as we head into yet another toxic and hideously ugly US election season. Those haters, nasties, man-splainers (even when they are women), underhanded, lyin’, cheatin’, dirty rotten scoundrels are up to the usual buffet of skullduggerous antics, blowing up
