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 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
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
Ostara and the Full Moon of Mourning Wednesday gratefuls: Changing Kate’s bandages, using lotion on her legs and arms. Kate dressed up for Purim. Kate lighting the Hanukah candles, saying the blessing. Kate and I at mussar. Mountain Waste. More … Continue reading
Ostara and the Moon of Mourning Sunday gratefuls: Kate cooking in Andover. Canning. Sewing. Quilting. Kate talking at mussar. The flower petals she scattered for my birthday two years ago. Taxes. Rigel against me last night. Watching Mortal Kombat with … Continue reading
Ostara and the Moon of Mourning Friday gratefuls: Joseph is here. Kate heading out to work from Edgcumbe, 153rd. Kate and I at the St. Paul Chamber Orchestra. Holding her. The sign language for I love you. Money. Honey. Time. … 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
Ostara and the Ovid Moon of the Metamorphoses Monday gratefuls: Heart to heart with Kate. Sweet and sad. Rigel, her head on my pillow most of the night. Vaccines. Salivary glands. 45 Mar-a-logged out. 46 looking more FDR’y everyday. Grief … Continue reading