Lughnasa and the Harvest Moon Monday gratefuls: Feeling almost whole. Paradise. Rental agents. Kep’s legs. The trash. Cooking for myself. That chicken from Rich. French toast. Whipped cream. Ruby. My ride. Kailua. Looking better and better. Or, Kaneohe. Though, windward, … Continue reading
Lughnasa and the Michaelmas Moon Sunday gratefuls: Susan. The Woolly Retreat. Pruning. Yet more of Kate’s jewelry. Satisfaction at getting things done. Subway. Stinker’s gas. Lodgepoles. Black Mountain. That one forerunner Aspen. Golden. The Stars. The blackness of Space. Four … Continue reading
Summer and the Moon of Lughnasa Tuesday gratefuls: Ruth. Gabe. Jon. Pruning. Proceeding. Oyama, sushi. Shadow Mountain. My foundation. Hawai’i. Joe. Seoah. Mary and Diane. Mark. Allergies. Pollen. Kate expressed in her jewelry, her clothing, her stash, her tools for … Continue reading
Beltane and the Shadow Mountain Moon Saturday gratefuls: Cool trades. Flowers lying in the grass, fallen from the tree. Birds, creatures of two realms, some three. This Cattle Egret. That Brazilian Cardinal. Heat in Colorado. Fire danger. Hawai’i. Words. Letters. … Continue reading
Beltane and the Shadow Mountain Moon Friday gratefuls: Kabbalah Experience. Jamie. Hawai’i. Its splendid isolation. The cool Trade Wind. My heart, opening. Joy. Joy. Joy. Down in my heart to stay. Kate, always Kate. Murdoch curled up on the couch. … Continue reading
Beltane and the Shadow Mountain Moon Endless Messiah Contemplation Water rippled by trade Winds, an endless path Travels up, up into the clear blue Sky. Made fresh, Land its Plants, its Animals drink and live. Ancient, received not made … Continue reading
Late Wednesday. My Psalm of healing. For Friday’s class A Psalm. A Prayer. A Theology. O sullen divinity of my youth You took away my legs O silent god you made me lie down, Unable to walk. You … Continue reading
Imbolc and the Megillah Moon Friday gratefuls: No lupron. Good PSA’s. Dog warmth, cold night. Kate and her sisters. Pickup at Safeway. Bright Snow. Lodgepoles. Black Mountain. Bunch Grass. Wild Rugosa. Mushrooms. Friends, old and new. Covid. Purim today. Sparks … Continue reading
Imbolc and the waning Wolf Moon Friday gratefuls: Kate. Scott. Bill’s tough assignment for Sunday morning. Seeing into ourselves. And talking about it. Biden. Better than expected. He’s got momentum. And, public opinion. 45 fading out. His impeachment. Colder weather … Continue reading
Imbolc and the Wolf Moon Monday gratefuls: Easy Entrees bacon wrapped pork tenderloins. Green Beans. Kate’s no nausea days. House cleaning today. LLBean and my new shearling hurricane shirt. The Ancient Ones tell stories around the council fire. Tom’s story. … Continue reading