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 Island Moon Wednesday gratefuls: Kate’s death, one month ago today. Kate conducting Brahm’s from her hospital bed. Kate and I laughing, as we often did. The end of shloshim. The guy at Verizon. Cody Wise. A long … Continue reading
Beltane and the Island Moon Tuesday gratefuls: Kate and I sitting, breathing hard, surrounded by unpacked boxes the last week of December, 2014. Kate and I at Congregation Beth Evergreen, some winter night, at a study of King David. Our … 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
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 Saturday gratefuls: Kate riding with me after dropping folks off at the airport. Kate being here when I came home. Kate at her Bernini, sewing, sewing, sewing. The Bounce. Eigner. Joe and Seoah, on … Continue reading
Ostara and the Moon of Mourning Friday gratefuls: Kate smelling coffee in the morning. Kate admiring the canals of Venice. Kate, treating me for pneumonia in Vienna. Those Andean pipe players underneath our balcony while I recovered. Death certificates. Kate’s … Continue reading