January

Stirrings. January takes its name from Janus, the Roman god of beginnings and endings. Winter light. Naked trees and Moons. Dark skies and stars. Quieten, draw in, Ice and snow swirl and whirlbreathe slow. Settle. Cwtch in.blankets and candles.journals and books.lamplight and shadows.Fire Drop. the seeds are held deep in the earthRest in mystery. place of all Read more about January[…]

Sweet Darkness

When your eyes are tiredthe world is tired also.When your vision has goneno part of the world can find you. Time to go into the darkwhere the night has eyesto recognize its own.There you can be sureyou are not beyond love. The dark will be your womb tonight.The night will give you a horizonfurther than Read more about Sweet Darkness[…]

Autumn breakfast

Blue Iris Poems and Essays By Mary OliverA celebration of the bounties and blessings of nature. A Book Excerpt on Wonder How Would You Live Then? What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaksflew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you andbecame your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and Read more about Autumn breakfast[…]

Chill air and hibiscus flowers

It’s early morning. The full moon beginning to wane. Peak summer energy dropping away. I love this garden, this little patch of paradise, with splashes of leftover flowers, pink, yellow, orange and white dapple the green foliage.I hear the wind and see it pushing through the high treesbut here on this sheltered terrace it barely Read more about Chill air and hibiscus flowers[…]

July Bloom & Wild

15th St. Swithin’s Day 18th Tisha B’Av Jewish day of mourning 19th – 23rd Hajj – Muslim pilgrimage to Mecca One month from Solstice and the turning of the year starts to be felt. One day in summerwhen everythinghas already been more than enoughthe wild beds startexploding open along the bermof the sea; day after Read more about July Bloom & Wild[…]

Waning into the dark moon

May, and the puffins are back.  To land,  the furious beating of their wings stops  and they drop,  plop  sinkdown into the sea, Then bob back up to the surface afloat.  I feel as if i am in that moment under the water. The pause of the Scorpio full moon waning feel the magic stirring in the darkness Rest into the dark moon Read more about Waning into the dark moon[…]