Winter and the young Imbolc Moon Friday gratefuls: Kate. Always, Kate. The Fall of the Trump, inspired and realized by American Visigoths and barbarians. Illness and frailty. Aging. Covid. 5 days. Impeachment. Again. Still. Always. The winds. A busy day … Continue reading
Winter and the young Imbolc Moon Thursday gratefuls: Swedish hospital. Interventional radiologists. Nurses. Kate. My Kate. Kep. Rigel, who is still asleep. Jon. Ruth. Gabe. Joe. Seoah. Ancient ones. Flowers. Cold. Night sky. Black Mountain, steady and tall. CBE, our … Continue reading
Winter and the Imbolc Moon Wednesday gratefuls: Swedish ER. Swedish hospital. Feeding tubes. Interventional radiologists. Pulmonologists. A long sleep last night. Exhaustion. That fuckhead. One week. Impeach him. Convict him. Imprison him. No mercy. Calm. Deep breathing. Kate’s back in … Continue reading
Winter and the Imbolc Moon Tuesday gratefuls: Easy Entrees. Pork Schnitzel. Peasant salad. Feeding tube. Jevity. Kate, always Kate. Our democracy. Our nation. 8 days. Impeaching. Prosecute. Sleep. Sleep. And, again. The tube slipped out again. When the … Continue reading
Winter and the waning sliver of the Moon of the New Year Is there time? Monday gratefuls: Swedish ER. New feeding tube. Putting the new feeding tube back in. Rigel whining. Sleep. Kep. Kate and her endurance. Jevity. Food. Water. … Continue reading
Winter and the Waning Crescent of the Moon of the New Year Extraordinary Time Sunday gratefuls: A calm day yesterday. A travel day. Light, beautiful snow all day. Bruce Lee. Warrior. Writers. Painters. Sculptors. Poets. Musicians. Dancers. Actors. Great literature. … Continue reading
Winter and the beautiful waning crescent of the Moon of the New Year Ordinary time. Is there any such thing right now? Saturday gratefuls: Kate. A good night’s sleep. For both of us. Much needed. Rigel keeping me warm. Kep … Continue reading
Winter and the waning crescent of the Moon of the New Year Ordinary Time Friday gratefuls: Oxygen concentrators. The Oxygen Concentrator Store. Kate. Hypoxia. This crisis. That crisis. Covid. Armed seditionists, domestic terrorists, right wing Trump cultists. Exposed for what … Continue reading
Winter and the Moon of the New Year Christmastide, Day 3: Holy Innocents, Children Monday gratefuls: The Ancient ones on wonder. Wonderfull. High humidity outside. Another weather change on the way. 23 days until he has to come on down. … Continue reading
Winter and the Moon of the New Year Christmastide: Day 2 Sunday gratefuls: 12 days of Christmas. Kate. Always Kate. Mark, who discovered another Doctor of Theology in the family.* (I’m really a Doctor of Ministry, but close enough.) Chex … Continue reading