There are one million different things to tell you about. My father’s camouflaged pajama pants, the pink-flush color my cousin Pat’s face turns when he is happy and his eyes are lit by music and alcohol. The cut of my cousin Collin’s jaw, a primary angle that only models and men in the second and…
Category: Earth Tides
Celtic New Year and Mercury Retrograde
And I know Psyche exists because somehow my heart is always pumping more, working harder, making more connections in that putty, pushy way of tender swell and preening after I have been to Oregon. Telling me that my subconscious is much like the green-grey wilderness as it ever is the sun, how it pushes forward…
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…
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….
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,…
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…
Reflections. Full Moon in Fixed Fire.
We are socked in this month, almost every morning a blank fog sits til 12 like this were San Fransisco. Maybe in the night my dreams of mountains and ebony-green came true? In the dull moments of morning I am held by something meangingful, strung together in pre-cellphone reach scraps, if I were north again…Northern land…
Lammas Moon on the 101.
Driving with these women Under this moon What else is there?
Lunar Lammas
The full moon in Leo is traditionally known as Lunar Lammas, or first harvest. This is when the earth tide peaks at her highest wax of fertility. Fruit is heavy on the vine, heat is high, the sun bold and white, fields of corn vibrating in rows, waxy forests breath out a stunning wall of…
Wild Women Wisdom 