We all walk ancientrails. Welcome to the journey.

Suffering and Loss

Samain                              Moon of the Winter Solstice My cousin Leisa, second youngest of all the Keaton cousins (mom’s side of our family), has had an aneurysm found, repaired and then slipped into a coma as a result of a stroke.  Part of […]

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Growing Up

Lughnasa                                        Waxing Harvest Moon Mark’s (my brother) days here will end on September 16th provided the Saudi visa process works and it’s on track, though a track with a terminus very near his flight date.  He flies from Minneapolis to Chicago, Chicago to Amman, Jordan and onto Riyadh. He will spend a few days in […]

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Fall-ing

Lughnasa                                                  Waxing Harvest Moon As August slides away and the sky shifts its colors toward deeper hues, an inner barometer detects higher emotional pressures.  The atmosphere weighs more, cuing those momentary pauses, breaks in attention.  It may signal a storm ahead, but more likely the prediction carries gray skies and mist, perhaps early morning fog. […]

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Knocking on the Door

Beltane                                                                             New Last Frost Moon There are times and this is one of them, when death seems behind every door.  My friend Bill has learned that his wife’s cancer is stage 4.  A grave diagnosis with a grave prognosis.   American’s exult in the streets over the death of Osama Bin Laden.  A friend sent out […]

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Then Bang, Things Happen

Spring                                                               New (Bee Hiving) Moon You know how things go along for a long time and nothing happens, then bang, things happen?  Sollie and Rigel got into it again and in breaking them up Rigel bit me.  Not bad, a scrape really, but it bled, around and below the right side of my right knee.  […]

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Will You Still Need Me? Will You Still Feed Me?

Imbolc                                                 Waxing Bridgit Moon Iconic birthdays.    Sweet sixteen.  18-old enough to die.  21–when I was young, this was THE iconic birthday.  Ok to drink.  Woops.  A few years later I was an alcoholic.  Then for my generation there was 30.  We didn’t trust anybody over 30.  Uh-oh.  That came and went.  Then, 40.  40 was […]

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Memorable

Lughnasa                                            Waning Grandchildren Moon Katie slipped her hands around my arm and stroked.  Then stopped and put some pressure on.  Then stroked some more.  Katie was my birthday present from a thoughtful wife.  She learned her trade from Sister Rosalind and the Sister’s school for massage.  I’m feeling knot and kink free.  Massage clears out […]

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Death Came Calling

Beltane                                     Waning Flower Moon Yesterday death came to call.  Dizziness and nausea took over my body while my mind raced back to October, 1964, trying to inhabit, again, the mind of my mother as the stroke hit her, trying to imagine the transition from vitality to powerlessness, wondering what thoughts came to her as she […]

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Mom

Beltane                              Waning Flower Moon Already down to 33.  Bound to head lower.  Glad I covered all the tender plants. Mother’s day has little resonance for me.  Mom has been dead now for almost 46 years, meaning she’s been dead as long as she was alive.  I passed her 17 years ago.  It feels strange to […]

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The Colosseum of the Soul

Imbolc                                                Waning Wild Moon Fake Nostalgia for a Pre-Therapy Age Past “I can tell you one thing,” he announced, as I recall. “Back in my day, you didn’t have young kids going around talking to shrinks, yakking about their fee-ee-ee-lings, getting all doped up on medications.” This article in the March 8th NYT made me […]

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