Imbolc and the Megillah Moon Saturday gratefuls: Simple roast chicken. So good. Red Lobster dinner rolls. Likewise. Shadow Mountain Israeli Salad. Cooking. Kate’s feeling better this morning. Rigel prancing in the snow. At 12+. Kep and his serious life. Perseverance. … Continue reading
Imbolc and the Megillah Moon Friday gratefuls: Grilled cheese. Chicken. Snow Plows. Ted of All Trades. Snow. Cold. Like back in Minnesota. Holding Kate’s hand. Her feeding tube. 45 gone. 46 in office. Friends, ancient and new. Sparks of Joy: … 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
Winter and the Moon of the New Year Christmastide Day 8: Snow Day Saturday gratefuls: Rigel’s sleeping habits. Keps. Mine. Kate’s. All different. Dogs to feed. Humans to feed. The night Sky. The International Space Station speeding past Ursa Major … Continue reading
Winter and the Moon of the New Year Wednesday gratefuls: Trash pickup. Cold and Snow. Kate. Always Kate. 28 days! Two fortnights. And, you’re outta there. Vaccines. Covid. Kep and Dr. Bachtel. VRCC. Sano. Christmas. Christmas eve. Christmastide. (which ancientrails … Continue reading
Winter and the Moon of the New Year (and the great conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn) Monday gratefuls: The Winter Solstice. 30 days. Cottagepie from Easy Entrees. Family. Friends. Lights. Jacquie Lawson’s Nordic Advent Calendar. Magic. In an old guy’s … Continue reading
Samain and the Moon of Thanksgiving Sunday gratefuls: Paul’s birthday. Mark Ellis. Mary. Diane. Rigel, keeping me warm. Dr. Bachtel. Cod fingers and steak bits. Onion and Cucumber salad. A Colorado blue Sky day. Colorado road builders. Jeffco snowplow drivers. … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading