Beltane and the Moon of Sorrow
Tuesday gratefuls: For the clan, gathering. Solar snow shovel. Kate’s good days. Seoah’s potential flight, June 7. The ancient friends. The mice and the voles and the rabbits and the squirrels. Rigel’s love of the hunt. Life. Death. Skin and bones. Feet, keeping you grounded since you learned to walk.
It’s a Happy Camper day. Another 8 packages of Indica edibles for these old folks. On the drive to get our dope we see the still snow covered mountains of the continental divide. We go west, toward Bailey, toward Kenosha Pass, and South Park. Deeper into the mountains. Lucky we live Colorado.
How can I keep from singing?
My life goes on in endless song
above earth’s lamentations,
I hear the real, though far-off hymn
that hails a new creation.
author: Robert Lowry A hymn for our time, eh?
