Late September

Sitings of the crescent moon glowing in the embers of the setting sun reach us on Sundaybut we only catch sight of it on moon day and are awed. with the risingthe little egret orchid blooms, takes flight and fades almost within a day we could so easily have missed it. And it’s presence Leads Read more about Late September[…]

Autumn

Shadows lengthen, leaves begin to turn & fall, fruits, nuts & berries ripen for harvest. Birds migrate from & fro, owls duet & deer rut. Mushrooms pop, winds swirl until first frosts descend. Because the early Roman year began in March rather than January, the final four months of our year—September, October, November and December—were Read more about Autumn[…]

August

Worts & weeds Nuts & Berries Goldfinches chattering on thistles  & Swallows preparing to leave August brings the best bounty of the season—ripened tomatoes, beans, peas and corn. THE MONTH OF AUGUST August was named to honor the first Roman emperor (and grandnephew of Julius Caesar), Augustus Caesar (63 b.c.–a.d. 14). Find out the origin of each month’s name. Read more about August[…]

Late Summer

Set the seed Late summer (Earth element) is the most humid time of year. It’s that time when the days are still long and hot but the intensity of the summer heat has started to back off a little. In many of the tropical countries it gives rise to the monsoon season. This time of Read more about Late Summer[…]

Let the rhythm call you home

Hard rain overnight. 4am Crack of Dawn pulsing energy. Deep, dark new moon journey. Blue throat chakra, black cat.Bigger cats, lions, tigers and jaguars, prowl and roar. Summer solstice wonderland Jasmine scent.Peas pop. Wild cherries with poison at their hearts. Soft breeze, floating clouds, rustling leaves. Father’s Day cider and hops.Sleep so near and so Read more about Let the rhythm call you home[…]

Late Spring

Monday – late Spring The moon slides into darkness, meteors shower. I settle into stillness, slowing down to the speed of sound. Able to hear and see the world around,able to notice the colours of a fishes eyelids. The still bare branches of the Ash trees clack gently against each other,wood on wood in the wind.Their hearts wrapped in Read more about Late Spring[…]

Take me I’m yours

The poem today A tawny owl roosts in a nearby garden. Swifts flash and glimmer as they chase each other across the sky, Clematis and Veronica bloom,Honeysuckle and Elderflower bud. Hawkbit stems stand tall amid grasses already going to seed.And the branches of the Ash tree, outstretched in wild abandon, Each tip raised up toward Read more about Take me I’m yours[…]