Summer Hiroshima Moon More doing. A couple of weeks ago our dogs, imagining we were bored, I think, decided to dig under the orchard fence rather than vault over […]
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Spring Woodpecker Moon At the dentist this morning I told them Kate and I planned to use a dentist closer to our home here in Andover. […]
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Imbolc Woodpecker Moon In what is, I suppose, a good sign, I’m getting fed up with this latest round of melancholy. As I tried to do my […]
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Imbolc Woodpecker Moon Another beautiful day. Yes. But. What dark forces work to push the boundaries of weather around like so many children’s blocks, a lego castle on wheels rolling north, careening […]
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Imbolc Woodpecker Moon Not sure how serious, but I can feel the clouds rolling in, a definite darkening of the inner horizon. Missed a call tonight for the Sierra Club legislative […]
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Lughnasa Waxing Harvest Moon As August slides away and the sky shifts its colors toward deeper hues, an inner barometer detects higher emotional pressures. The atmosphere weighs more, cuing those momentary pauses, breaks in attention. It may signal a storm ahead, but more likely the prediction carries gray skies and mist, perhaps early morning fog. […]
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Lughnasa Waxing Honey Extraction Moon The end of the day. The time when the season turns on a pivot toward fall and away from the Solstice. My mood has shifted to melancholic. Not sure why. Maybe the end of the day, the time of year. It is around this time in the year when I […]
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Beltane Waxing Last Frost Moon Several years ago, maybe twenty, I sat down with my friend Lonnie Helgeson at the Walker cafe, a table overlooking downtown Minneapolis and the Sculpture Garden. Lonnie, I said, I could die now. I feel good about what I’ve done with my life and would have no regrets. Lonnie looked […]
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Beltane Waxing Strawberry Moon The half Strawberry moon hangs just above the basswoods in our woods. The night has a velvet texture, not the Elvis portrait kind but the backing for a stunning diamond necklace kind. The moon lays upon it as a gem of unique character, instead of fire it has a subtle glow, […]
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Beltane Waxing Strawberry Moon Had another bowl of strawberries fresh from the patch, grown under the Strawberry Moon. There’s something special about food that comes from your own land, nurtured by your own hands, a something special beyond the nutritional and taste benefits. It relates to be who you are because of where you are. […]
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