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….
Author: miresistencia
salted sun forest dew deep roots. De la luna~
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….
So stoked for this: Blessing of the Waves
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/10/20/blessing-of-the-waves-huntingon-beach-interfaith-service_n_1988986.html I have been arranging my weekends to attend Catholic Mass. It’s a big deal for me, who is healing wounds around my experience of male cosmology and imbalances in our world. I am a Catholic Wise Woman, and as if the holy Mystery needed for me to know that this seeming incongruence was alright,…
Women’s Mysteries: New Moon, before Fall. Roots.
I cried when Jon sang the words to the Traveling Song. Just his voice, the snap-sounds of fire, the circle of ocean below us in a constant shhhhhushhhh. One of those times noise actually makes you feel quiet. That’s how big it was, the silence in the night. While you are away from…
So I drove to San Elijo State Beach
It was grey to the east, and hot, when I got in the car in San Clemente. Thirty minutes in the used bookstore and I was no closer to settling my discontent then when I had left Laguna. Plumbing from under my kitchen sink was all over my apartment floor, two workmen in and out…
Rode with no plan.
When I lived in Seattle on Larry’s floor I used to wait for him to get home from work so we could take a walk about. We would gear up a backpack with a camera and our notebooks and head off on foot to stalk the city. We didn’t spend money anywhere, what a…
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