Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Friday gratefuls: Full bellies. Hungry bellies. All alive now as we hurtle towards a New Year, a planet infected with infected people. Perhaps the end of Black Friday. Jon’s good day skiing. Ruth’s steadiness in her weird freshman year of high school. Her wisdom teeth. Going, going. Joe […]
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Hard History
Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Wednesday gratefuls: Brother Mark. Diane. Mary. Kate. Joe and Seoah. Murdoch. Jon, Ruth, and Gabe. Kep and Rigel. Alan. CBE. Marilyn and Tara. The snow. The cold. Petsmart grooming. Trump. Biden. The beginning of a Biden presidency. The end of a reign of error and falsehoods. Waking up […]
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Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Sunday gratefuls: Alan. Tom. The Ancient Ones. Honesty. Clarity. Friendship. Kep and Rigel keeping us warm over a cold night. When I woke up this morning, Kep’s head was next to mine. Orion and his great dog headed over Black Mountain to hunt. The great bear pointing to Polaris. […]
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Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Saturday gratefuls: Alan. The Ancient ones. Venus in the sky with diamonds. Thanksgiving. Smaller, this year. Trump. Revealing how precious and how fragile our democracy is. Kate. Good days. All those who read Ancientrails. Thank you. The gas heater in the loft. La Nina. Keeping us dry. And, aware. […]
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Samain and the Thanksgiving Moon Thursday gratefuls: A good visit with a potential new doc. Our since we moved here doc, Lisa Gidday, retires January 1. 2020 was too much for her. Also a good visit for Kep with his dermatologist/allergist. Yes, even dogs. He has hot spots (allergies, I think) in addition to the […]
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Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Tuesday gratefuls: Kate’s good days. Cottage pie. Rigel in the bed. Her licking my hand this morning. Kep peeking over the edge of the bed, “Get up, Get up!” Charlie Haislet, may his treatments succeed. CBE. The blues shabbat this Friday. Chess. Stefan Zweig. His Dark Materials. Phillip Pullman. […]
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Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Monday gratefuls: Sushi Win. Spring rolls. Sushi Win special roll. Wonton soup. Dumplings. Night off from cooking. Tonight: Easy Entrees Cottage Pie. A new Moon. The power of democratic traditions and norms. Evident now, at least to me. The Stars in the Heavens. The Mountains and Oceans on […]
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Samain and the waning crescent Moon of Radical Change Friday gratefuls: That Kate’s extreme shortness of breath resolved. The fall salad from Easy Entrees. Using the gift cards from Mary, Mark, and Diane at Easy Entrees. Thanks. Seoah and her organized approach to domestic chores. I learned a lot from her. More yet to learn. […]
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Samain and the Moon of Radical Change Monday gratefuls: 20 degrees. Some snow on the ground. A marathoner kicking past the house around 6:30 a.m. Training. A Trumpless Whitehouse. The Denver Post delivered. Those ribs from Easy Entrees. Kate’s scallops. The Johnson girls. As they get older. Their sis zoom bar. The Ancient Ones, with […]
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Oh, Death
Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Monday gratefuls: The Ancient Ones riff on Thanksgiving and thanksgiving. The animal that gave its life for our carne asada. The potatoes and the carrots. Root vegetables. Garlic, too. Walt Whitman. When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed. Aaron Copeland. Charles Ives. Samuel Barber. Bob Dylan. Folk music. […]
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