stirring words, herbs, and colour
Everyday the songbird came Pecking her head and calling her name, Wake up wake up you’ve gathered dust Wake up wake up it’s spring you must! Day after day she lay asleep Day after day dreaming long and deep Until the day dust flew up her nose And on that day she sneezing rose. Come... Continue Reading →
In times of furor Walls won’t silence this music These songs of freedom Listen, says the nightingale, Fervor is tempered with grace
Granny serves tea in dainty cups Steel gray hair tied in a loose bun She knits hats for refugees while she sings Her heart occupied with love Steel gray hair tied in a loose bun Despite the weather she does her work Her heart occupied with love She plants seeds with young children Despite the... Continue Reading →
12.17.18 Spirited Red Skywalker Entering White Castle on the Ninth Night of Solstice . . . . the Vulture visits from the remains of my ancestors to sing me their song, Great Bear, Ursa: vanguard. 12.18.18 White Lunar Wizard What is it that happens when the tower is silent, empty of stories and tales you... Continue Reading →
12.10.18 White Resonant Worldbridger "ASHEM VOHU, VAHISHTEM ASTI USHTA ASTI, USTA AHMAI HYAT ASAI VAHISHTAY ASHEM On waking up in the morning. When lighting a Divo. Before meals, interview* or exam*. Anytime you start something or come across a hurdle or danger. The next time you see an ambulance or Fire Engine with sirens... Continue Reading →
The Mountain Day Fall Festival experience from last month has slowly digested and is now percolating. It was a gorgeous day, cloudy to begin but with a bit of help from the wind, the sun emerged and warmed us all. Our fourteen year old son was my compadre from before sunrise till sundown. We drove... Continue Reading →
"It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside." ~ Maud Hart Lovelace Summer days, spinning around, blooming. Here we are at the precipice of another celestial event, solstice: the one that happens in summer. That moment when the sun is in its zenith above... Continue Reading →
I began working on this book a few weeks ago. Started with papers partially painted and collaged from over the year along with ribbons and salvaged lace from the girls petticoats poked one too many times by thorns, brambles, and twigs on forays into the woods. While cleaning out closets, found a box of blouses... Continue Reading →
The Coddiwomplers Cauldron 