The words of the mantra suddenly materialized in my mind and spilled out of my mouth as I drove home, exhausted from the days chores. Simultaneously a sharp pain lodged itself in my lower back. Astonished by hearing myself repeat… Read More ›
Every twig is singing a song of thanksgiving to Sky Woman who gifts steady rain nourishing earth’s parched body. Cracked ground softens soaks in minerals and scent sensing wonder.
The forest is bursting with berries, blue lily beads are just one of a multitude of seeds…Astonishing pearl bells adorn mounds of shining wintergreen that shimmer across the forest floor. Soon those berries will blush, bead up, cry scarlet. Three… Read More ›
Bittersweet orange invokes wounding past torment endured at the hands of those who would harm. Air is lightened, cleansed by absence Trees rejoice Slaughter shifts perspective Despair presses Diamond. Fritillary seeks her flower lover in waiting Tongue seeking.
To read part 1: click here I am watching my neighbor from a window as her body dissolves and disappears into a pile of dark smoke that rises up to the ceiling in a pink room. She leaves behind a… Read More ›
What follows is yet another story of how patriarchy is destroying our culture through the lens of personal narrative. This is a pattern we must uncover, reveal for what it is and refuse to participate. As bell hooks once said,… Read More ›
Waxing moonpiercesfringed HemlocksStarburstsblink in and outOwls conversefrom Needled Crownsbathed inAir and Light.Refuge Treesoothed byFamiliar callssighs deeply,soakingIn the Night. Refuge incarnates as Aphrodite… In the forest I slip into a lime green skin with the help of one hemlock, under whose… Read More ›
Mad wolf boys baya waxing solstice moon to Bloom PTSD Violenceis the GatewayNowhere to hide Bang Bang Warblers sing on FrightfragmentsinnocenceNerves strung too tightcontractGuns batterForest Peace Bang Bang
With May coming to a close in a few days, I am feeling nostalgia. This month is both elusive and dramatic – from bare trees to lime green, and now lilacs so heavily laden with blooms that some are bowed… Read More ›
Ephemeral Emergence Arbutus trumpets seduce bumblebees three lobed trillium wings streak rose shining stars pearling forest floors wild oats bow bluebead swords unfurl wild lily leaves clasp palms in prayer stained glass hemlock sky filters light fragrant needles fracture… Read More ›
I took the above phrase from a post on FAR (published 5/6/22) after it triggered memories of mother abuse. Like Sedna I was a daughter who was thrown into the sea, her fingers cut off one by one (but not… Read More ›
In feminism becoming a ‘wise’ crone is acknowledged (it is certainly true that experience brings insight), but the vulnerabilities associated with aging remain hidden. I wonder how much of this silence has to do with shame? Does our culture’s obsession… Read More ›
This morning the skin of the earth turns white and wild winds howl. Yesterday, rain, fog and mist lifted the snow into sweet moisture – laden air. I rest in peace.
Snow tide recedes, shrinking waves expose papery oak leaves, thick tree roots, pine needles, fallen lichens, rich humus in the making… Mycelial networks curl tips and tendrils embrace decay.
Appearing at dawn beneficence made her descent a cloud of blue behind her light rising luminescent glow
Black eyes smooth white supple body, budded branches torching cobalt sky in pink; hidden roots are fed by March waters.
While researching Minoan Crete I learned that each autumn young girls once gathered blue violet saffron crocus to leave as an offering for the Wild Crocus Goddess as they prepared for adolescent female initiation rites. I was intrigued by the reference to… Read More ›