Beltane: The Festival of Fire

Beltane, known as Lá Bealtaine in Ireland and Lá Bealltainn in Scotland, is a Celtic holiday celebrated on the first day of May, the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. Known as a festival of purification by fire, Beltane was the time when the ancient Gaels welcomed in the warm half…

A Reminder: You’re a Human Thing

:: HUMAN :: Hello, Human! Hello. You are flesh and sinew and blood and bone! You are morning glory cells and serotonin and all that is ephemeral and all that is tangible in sweat and love. You are everything in life and beyond death and back around. Oh, Human! You do what you can. And…

Entry, after a long while: In the empty

Not another sad poem I don’t want to write another Lost-in-the-night-of-my-soul, Moonlight to guide me, But the heavy’s getting old,  Down by the river,  Numbing my feet in the water  Waiting for “you’ll get used to it” to come That, or hiding In the sun of my memory Kind of poem. But it’s all I…

Entry 1.14.17: Returning

I’ve been returning to myself, lately. I recognized some time ago that I had gone very far away from who I once knew myself to be, and the lethargy, illness, and stress of being lost inside caused me to rattle the cage until I was out. I wouldn’t say “free”, because freedom is a state…

New Year Reflection: A tidy list for messy circumstances

I like a quiet new year’s eve. Looking in is always preferable to going out. I’ll write in my journal, make lists like this one, read cards, and send out messages of good will to dear ones when I hear the horns and singing ring out at midnight. Sometimes, I’ll bundle up and take a walk,…

Entry 12.20.16 – The trickster effect and a new year

The past meets me at my doorstep, in the mirror, in a crowd of faces,  in the playlist on shuffle- yesterday sings to me. I’ve searched for new sounds, but I’m not immune to the siren call I knew so well- this disturbs me, ever slightly. This interruption means the trickster Mercury is at the…

Rosamond, 1956

On the day of the church potluck, Rosamond woke up before the sun. To say she woke up is slightly misleading, as she barely slept at all. Her back ached and her feet hurt. A dull pain that had started and continued as she grew heavier in the middle pulsed from heel to the bunions…

Rosamond, 1978 (Excerpt)

My grandmother, Rosamond, moved to Manhattan in the late 70s, some time after her divorce was finalized. She was in her early 50s and practiced at independence since she’d been primarily on her own throughout her marriage. It was time to secure a future, so she did just that.  She worked as a receptionist at…

Entry 112016 – He’s so tired and I stand by

My love, he’s so tired and I stand by, face facing the wet pavement,  I know what the sky looks like. But the weight made my head heavy, my neck aches All I have is my heart in my pocket, out of sight, to not be  a bother, a burden because he will care. He…

Entry 111916 – Flowers in the dark of night

We are all much like flowers in the dark of night, awaiting the arrival of the sun, beneath natural forces, yet of it all.  Soaking up hungrily, drinking giddily, what we can from what we’ve grown. Rooted, we are no different from the earth beneath us. We may raise our heads to worship above- the…

Entry 111216- You like a good show

The first to congratulate the one who does a fine trick,  Your concept of quality (you proudly proclaim it as such) is quantity wrapped in a bow, sir. They do put on a good show, I’ll give you that.  I’d give you more, if you could see what was before you instead of looking above,…

Entry 102716 – Music on the hill 

My grandmother told me- She said, her mother, Ruth, sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee warming her hands,  waiting for her husband to come home and kiss her and tell her good things. Oh, how she loved to be told good things. Her sons all went about their business- tumbling in the…