And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate’s team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic: — Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 5.1.373-377 Oberon And Titania by Arthur Rackham To me, the oddest part about the sabbat(h) or holy day of Summer Solstice is that…
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Spring Equinox: Holding Both, and…
image, Dugald Stewart (1753-1828) ~ Here’s a question to ponder, no right, no wrong. Just right now and what comes up organically when you trust yourself, and listen to your own inner voice. What happened over the weekend? What was the theme? Who were you with? How did you show up to you, your needs?…
I went camping to soothe my soul: Thoughts, Final Harvest Moon
I walk a lot on empty beaches. It helps me breathe from muscly places in my belly that otherwise I can’t feel because they’re so deep. So last Monday I guess it was, walking along the roiled and wilen coast, beholding the brown and black and steel greys of Hurricane Maria’s deeps, there came this…
Myths and your story. Following your Bliss.
Seven years ago in 2010 before California, before north cubby holes and south green rooms and southwest desert sandstorms, I would stand on the deck waiting tables at the Yacht Club in Ocean Pines, wind blowing (like a million different Pusser’s winds, Naptown holllaaa wudup Chessie and back then) and it blew warm and westerly like Hawaii,…
RePost: Soul Work IS NOT Self-esteem
Most of this article appeared on Wild Women Wisdom originally on March 4, 2013 Now, it’s important to clarify some ideas. This work, the women’s work or depth development, lets call it soul work. Soul work can edge up next to concepts that are self-helpy and lots of people, including myself, get eye rolls…
In the clutch of the moon.
The way the crescent moon cups in the center feels deep down in the hollow of my heart like this. Like yes for many days now I’ve been laid back in that very good place to hang out a while. Laid back swing– –that’s home, the east, the fall-changing leaves, the peeps and screeks in…
The things about Waves.
PT. 1 To swim at a spot where there’s a deep divot drop-off and lots of backwash from pounding shore break, this is what you do. Stand at the seem, the furthest place the water flows up on the sand. Get your ankles wet. If you’re not timid go up to your calves. Now…
*Vintage Dada* September. Drug kids in the cool white sand.
*This post originally appeared on September 13, 2009, titled My First Time, on The Impulse Itself (2008-2013) In September the tourists went home, it all sort of started when Felix came in early August which was also the time I kicked Kevin out of the house for the PCP. This left us, Suzette and me or…
Then It’s September
Then It’s September. The traffic slows. The traffic slows, the Tuesday after Labor Day I am on the street at 7pm. The street is closed, there are no open shops on the block. There are no other body’s on the block. Just me and Jaz, and the homeless lady wheeling her bike ahead of…
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