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…
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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…
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,…
Moony Magic Was Afoot
It was 80 and blowing Friday so hard at times I swear you could see the spring time yellow light gusting by on the air. I left the cabin in the morning with just enough time to take two main backroads to the other side of 50 where our meeting was. We all arrived at…
I come to the cabin
I come to the cabin that Catfish admitted he’d been sneaking off to all of Covid. The first time I come here it is to see him. We meet in the parking lot and by midwalk towards the other are hugging in heartbody steps before our actual bodies connect. It is near the anniversary of…
Wild Women Wisdom 