Today’s new moon has me in a mind of the importance of the concept, “Both, And~” It is a depth development premise, the ability to discern nuances and subtleties within ourselves. As in starting within, how we relate to our Self, literally how we speak and think to ourselves. This translates to the experience of…
Tag: Cycles
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…
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…
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…
Wild Women Wisdom 