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Final Harvest Moon and Wisdom of the Feminine

Moon tonight over Laguna Canyon One of the roots for the term harvest moon comes from old european peasant ways. The season of agriculture and of grazing animals–who lived and feasted in the pastures–followed the growing cycles of the earth. Now is the time the final harvest is cut and hung, the last of…

THIS

Makes me wanna simmer cherry tamaters and bell peppers and oregano and garlic into a wicked marinara to dance around with tonight, under the twinkle lights and stars in the Canyon. Just does it, every time…. LA’s Submarines:

Reverse racism, outsider language, defending feminism, Syrian poetry, and habits of the creative…

The five best things I found on the intraweb this week: Writer Olivia Cole’s response to whiney whites. Poetry by Adunis. An incredible article by Rachel Kaadzi Ghansah on the landscape of acceptable literacy in the US. Elle UK tries to rebrand feminism. Some inspiring hints from artists past.

Mad-eyed September Tribe

Something about September– There’s something about September, that’s what’s in my head, in my body, what my experience is saying to me. But wait Kel, it’s not September, it’s October, the second week in fact, so really that waft of sensual that grabs me from behind and muscles the back of my legs, that…

New Moon of October, and Jesus, etc

There was a full orchestra in my head when I woke up. String sections of notes that part of me was still dreaming on, a dancy grin in my chest and my eyes still closed and me off out of my body somewhere, traipsing on song chords just out of reach and above my pillow….

Fall.

Empty skies, quiet beach.

Equinox Blessings.

Today is the last day of summer in our hemisphere. It means that tomorrow the halves of life will be balanced day and night, and the axis will hit its still-point from which the momentum is gained so we can begin our slow lean in to the dark. What person doesn’t know on an intimate…

Full Moon & the Duende

Some writer days I’m just way more superstitious than others. I burn the candles, beseech the angels, thank the saints. Cast love about the place from the Holy Mother, get the sacred heart flame of Jesus fired up, too. Honor the goddess Earth, her sister Moon. It’s because as any true writer will tell you,…

I want to celebrate and live my life.

I drive a sorta busted car from 1989. It’s great for sand, wet bathing suits and my surfboard. The antenna got ripped off in the car wash so I only get one station. Today on the way in and yesterday leaving work, I heard the song Dynamite. Maybe it’s no coincidence that I heard this song twice. …

It’s good to be alive.

Dusk last night was canyon-purple, that purple shade of nighttime blue, I drove the half mile in to town to buy ingredients for dinner. Friday night, and I was surprised by the relief downtown on Broadway, an actual light that sat on the skin in the air. This was more than fall: The tourists are gone….