Beltane and the Island Moon Thursday gratefuls: The intricate web of people, near and far, family, friends who held and hold me as I walk, slowly, this most ancientrail. Emily, who will love Rigel and Kep while I’m gone. Rigel … Continue reading
Beltane and the Moon of Mourning Thursday gratefuls: Kate and I sitting together at the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra, letting the music wash over us. Kate and I on the train, in bed, as we rolled through Germany. Kate fussing … Continue reading
Beltane and the Moon of Mourning Wednesday gratefuls: Kate cleaning the goop out of Rigel’s eye. Kate reading in the chair. Kate, “Fuck. What’s he done now?” About 45. Death certificates. (Didn’t think I’d ever be grateful for them. But, … Continue reading
Beltane and the Moon of Mourning Monday gratefuls: Kate with the rotary cutter, at her sewing table. Kate playing cribbage with me. Kate lounging on the deck chair as we passed through the Chilean fjords. The Ancient Ones. Diane and … Continue reading
Beltane and the Moon of Mourning Sunday gratefuls: Kate watching television. Kate sleeping beside me. Kate coming back from the grocery store. Tara. Rides to and from the airport: done. Blue Sky. Sun. Joe and Seoah’s call last night. Their … Continue reading
Ostara and the Moon of Mourning Tuesday gratefuls: Kate sitting on the bench, doing the crossword. Kate and her feeding tube. Kate writing I love Charlie for Sarah. Brahms. Mozart. Sarah. BJ. Annie. Joe, Seoah. Ruth, Gabe, Jon. Sparks of … Continue reading
Ostara and the Ovid Moon of Metamorphoses Sunday gratefuls: Kate’s vaccine #1. Pesach. Liberation is an always relevant story. Seder. CBE. Rabbi Jamie. Marilyn. Tara. Alan. Jamie Bernstein. Susan Marcus. Rich Levine. Ron Solomon. The tribe and its camp followers. … Continue reading
Ostara and the Ovid Moon of Metamorphoses Saturday gratefuls: Tough towels. Morning lucidity. Vaccines. Kate’s appointment today. Georgia GOP. No doubt now about their racist, oligarchic ideology. The Voting Law. Ditching the filibuster. Sparks of Joy: Vaccine #2 on April … Continue reading
Imbolc and the Ovid Moon of Metamorphoses Tuesday gratefuls: Mary, Diane. Kate, a bit better this am. Rigel and Kep, slogging doggedly through the Snow. Ted of All Trades who plowed us last night. Chex mix. Oranges. Rubbermaid storage containers. … Continue reading
Imbolc and the Ovid Moon of Metamorphoses Monday gratefuls: 3 feet or so of new Snow. Ovid. His master work, The Metamorphoses. His birthday this Friday. The Ancient Friends, their lives and compassion. Kep and Rigel playing in the Snow. … Continue reading