In the Beginning was the Word – Ogham, or Om, or I Am We will never know for sure and we don’t need to to do what needs doing to tend the Tribe to love everyone to love the Earth to seek the Serpent’s Egg Will you journey with me tonight, oh child of wonder, […]
I remember this day, in 2017 when we woke up into a new national nightmare, thinking, hoping, praying, Maybe it won’t be as bad as we think, maybe he will ease up on this hate he’s playing with and do the job he agreed to do. I remember feeling nauseated, thinking of all the strong
Our Daughter, our Sister Our Mother, our Gran Our dearly departed Who is born again Silver Silver, sky treasure Night-born and ancient Youthful perfection Sylph-like and sainted Now comes the Maiden Forsaking shybess Receiving her Lover Eternal and timeless And so she’s Mother Her peace is a beacon Her journey continues Her fullness creation And
Yesterday was the anniversary of the night I fell in love with the Aurora Borealis. It was 1991, I was pregnant with my son, and a friend came pounding on the door in the middle of the night, saying “Get outside! You’ve got to see this!” We threw on coats and ran out the door
I lingered under a brilliant canopy This day too perfect This air to alive This energy too delicious To put aside. It’s Halloween, and I’m in the woods, I said, where I belong . . . so . . . I won’t go back to the grinding and the racing and the ordinary. I just
Infinity is dark blue – not black – and not empty. Space, understand is neither infinite nor black, though it is vast beyond imagining, teeming with life, roiling between light and the absence of light, ever-changing and alive. Weirder things that we can imagine become and un-become. Life is determined, tenacious. Things are born; Things
I wrote this song several years ago, but it’s a keeper. It’s an experience of a crisp Samhain night, simply walking and watching and feeling the world around me. May your Samhain celebrations take you out into the nurturing night. Bright blessings.
