Prayer, to Mokosh Who is Also Death Wolf At Mutating Door

It never ceases to amaze me, I am awakened the night before last to the whir of my own stressors but watched from afar, not all the way connected, knowing I wasn’t awakened by my whir knowing there was a slam-fit hit to my solar plexus space, and like that I meandered through the day….

On such brand new ground

On our walk Saturday me and Laverne are two hours through the spires, through the greens the pinks and yellows, the sweetest braids of brand new all the way to the clear clear water of the bay.  Joint where we first met ten years back sunrise fire orange mornings over the Assawoman hella early and…

The Women’s Work

Two Thursday’s ago, in the low, monastic candle-lit room here in the hobbit house in the canyon wall, I prepared wordlessly for an important initiation. Not that of an ancient rite or mysterious sect.  To all appearances, in fact, it was little more than a scholastic necessity.  I prepared to drive to Santa Barbara, to…