hunger do you heed

In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky.  If that is thunder, it cracks open the…

Spring Equinox, on a Last Quarter Moon

Spring Equinox is today!! It is the Entryway into Season of Light. Entryway a word I use specifically, meaning Threshold Time, time of powerful pause, when two states exist side by side. At once we hold the Season of Dark’s end, right next to our Sacred entry to Spring. The winter is our dark night,…