In the morning when I slip out of bed I am not thinking alchemy, only quiet now make no sound. I am tired, the kind of tired that makes me angry, and hormonal, the kind that keeps me up. I am practiced in compassion for this but running low on time to practice my basics,…
Category: Meanderings
Dark moon to Lunar Samhain, blessed be~
We spent the Equinox moon in a tiny cabin on the top of a mountain in Deep Creek because it felt like the kind of trip we could easily bring the baby. It is the second time this year that on a Sabbat we were away in the woods, ready to play. Since, the weather…
Like wheels on the peninsula road
The heat breaks the same day Katie finally comes. To her it still is a monster, the beaked salt runs of humidity hang from her chin, pool in the crevices and spaces around our necks and eyes–she calls it Maryland heat and I make no mention how odd to me it is that nearby as…
short poem for lammas tide
lammas tide comes gentle, behind the wind where it’s still gentle, and we sleep and the earth covers us in her grass and we are still, and the flowers grow straight from our skin and when i look out the window thereare four wild turkeys, they mark the corners, it is blessed as swallowtails aside…
elegy, on summer’s dark moon, for a friend who travels on
in the dark i lay body to body, a stranger to my bed much as the stranger in my bed who isno stranger, man whose breath i am able to taste when he’s awaywho for two years sleeps aside other in the dark sleeps asidethe child growing darkness of my heaving womb to his bare back…
field notes on animism. tracking~
day 1. to find the sacred circle. it will open itself to you as it did when the tree breeze led you there the first time. begin with faith in this. trust the ecology. the calf high lime green underbrush tho unknown to you now is friend yet to be met. the holly grove is…
So much more to go
I think back on cabin time, that last night with the silver moon under the spring born trees. We’d had that miraculous equinox together under the old growths at the Susquehanna basin only days before, then because I took off for my birthday week finally for the first time in so very many months I…
Week of wild roses
In the morning on the front porch in full white light of the sun I thought about patience and talked to the Mystery a long while. Sorta felt my worries burn off. Drank nettle tea because I had too much oatstraw this week. I studied Jesus the year I was 30 for a whole year,…
Some reason Choptank
Some reason Choptank’s been on my mind, ever since the island this morning. Chop was Fall of 2008. I lived there in a house built in 1848. That winter I had to wear double long johns the whole time bc it cost too much to run the propane heat. I lived w a recent divorcee,…
prayer, earth day
Cmm’onnn shut the fug up haaa hhaa sweet, sweet lord you’re kidding me honey honestly I get on here just to write somehow it starts out to you, again Cat bc this damn music you bring whaaaat?! and am laughing as I write this right now only for the tinge of tears in the center…
Wild Women Wisdom 