Beltane and the waning crescent of the Island Moon Friday gratefuls: The Hebrew alphabet. Sleep. Murdoch curled up beside me while I took my class this morning. Joe. His integrity. Seoah, her craziness. Mary, her resilience. Covid. Vaccines. Wind. Electricity. … Continue reading
Beltane (& Kau) and the Island Moon Tuesday gratefuls: Cardio. Coffee. Water. Murdoch. Logic. Emotion. Not separate. The Pearl River. The Mountains with Clouds backlit, drama provided by the rising Sun. Tenderness. Grief. Death. Ongoing life. Kate, always Kate. Comic … Continue reading
Beltane and the Island Moon Sunday gratefuls: The Ancient Ones. At the Wooden Boat School. At an artist’s retreat along the St. Croix. In a 55 plus apartment complex. Near The Lake. On Oahu. With each other across time and … Continue reading
Beltane and the Island Moon Friday gratefuls: Sun. Beach. Sky. Ocean. Birds. Family. Grieving. Friends. CBE. Islands. Food here. Sparks of Joy and Awe: Sun glinting off the Pacific. Trade Winds cooling us. Last week at 11:45 MST I board … Continue reading
Beltane and the waning Moon of Mourning (2%) Monday gratefuls: Kate jumping up and down with our suitcases ready for the taxi. Kate and I eating in Pizzaro’s house in Lima, Peru. Kate hugging Ruth and Gabe on the steps … Continue reading
Beltane and the Moon of Mourning Saturday gratefuls: Kate, sticky with the honey harvest. Kate, shepherding me into a shower, giving me antihistamines after multiple bee stings. Kate, Celt, and I at the St. Kate’s art fair in St. Paul. … Continue reading
Beltane and the Moon of Mourning Friday gratefuls: Kate and I after dinner on the Left Bank. Kate and I at the tartan mill in Inverness. Kate and I passing through the Gaillard Cut of the Panama Canal. Hot. Jon … 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
Ostara and the Moon of Mourning Wednesday gratefuls: Kate’s intellectual and emotional honesty. Speaking her truth, always. Kate leaning her head against me. Kate, a glass of white wine, greeting well wishers at her retirement party at the MIA. 2011. … Continue reading
Ostara and the Moon of Mourning Sunday gratefuls: Kate weeding in Andover. Ruth offering, on her own, to stay with me. Seoah showing up. Rigel and Kep both warm up against me last night. Snow. Blue Sky and bright Sun. … Continue reading