Suffering and Loss
Samain Moon of the Winter Solstice My cousin Leisa, second youngest of all the Keaton cousins (mom’s side of our family), has had an aneurysm found, … Continue reading
Samain Moon of the Winter Solstice My cousin Leisa, second youngest of all the Keaton cousins (mom’s side of our family), has had an aneurysm found, … Continue reading
Lughnasa Waxing Harvest Moon Mark’s (my brother) days here will end on September 16th provided the Saudi visa process works and it’s on track, though a track with a terminus very near his flight date. He flies from Minneapolis to … Continue reading
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 … Continue reading
Beltane New Last Frost Moon There are times and this is one of them, when death seems behind every door. My friend Bill has learned that his wife’s cancer is stage 4. A grave diagnosis with a grave prognosis. American’s … Continue reading
Spring New (Bee Hiving) Moon You know how things go along for a long time and nothing happens, then bang, things happen? Sollie and Rigel got into it again and in breaking them up Rigel bit me. Not bad, a … Continue reading
Imbolc Waxing Bridgit Moon Iconic birthdays. Sweet sixteen. 18-old enough to die. 21–when I was young, this was THE iconic birthday. Ok to drink. Woops. A few years later I was an alcoholic. Then for my generation there was 30. … Continue reading
Lughnasa Waning Grandchildren Moon Katie slipped her hands around my arm and stroked. Then stopped and put some pressure on. Then stroked some more. Katie was my birthday present from a thoughtful wife. She learned her trade from Sister Rosalind … Continue reading
Beltane Waning Flower Moon Yesterday death came to call. Dizziness and nausea took over my body while my mind raced back to October, 1964, trying to inhabit, again, the mind of my mother as the stroke hit her, trying to … Continue reading
Beltane Waning Flower Moon Already down to 33. Bound to head lower. Glad I covered all the tender plants. Mother’s day has little resonance for me. Mom has been dead now for almost 46 years, meaning she’s been dead as … Continue reading
Imbolc Waning Wild Moon Fake Nostalgia for a Pre-Therapy Age Past “I can tell you one thing,” he announced, as I recall. “Back in my day, you didn’t have young kids going around talking to shrinks, yakking about their fee-ee-ee-lings, … Continue reading