#poetry

At the Gate of the Solstice

Nature is not caught up in all the hustle & bustle that happens at this time of the year...she has gone quiet, deep & restful.  The stark beauty of winter has Her stripped bare.  Her strength, beauty & wisdom is embraced in the arms of the earth where She's renewing, designing & gathering Herself for the anticipation of all the new that is coming. You too can take a moment at the Solstice to go deep & sit with your inner self in quiet wisdom of the stark winter.  It is the beginning of the new cycle.  It's where we begin to gather the energies for our next cycle.  In this quiet time we begin to birth it. I love to gather with close friends on the glittering evening of the Winter Solstice around the fire & light a candle as I reflect on the retreating year & all the potentials of the coming one.  Sometimes I write lists of what I want to release, renew & embrace on this night.  In a few weeks more I will start to make a more specific plans for the coming year. The 2015 Solstice is on Monday December 21 at 8:48pm (Pacific Daylight Time) or Tuesday, December 22, 2015 at 04:49 UTC.  And for many of you reading this it may be the Summer Solstice if you are in the Southern Hemisphere.  But for me, here in the lush moist landscape of the Pacific Northwest it is definitely the Winter Solstice.  (I find it always interesting the yin & yang nature of our World.) At the about 1o minutes before & after the specific time, I intend to sit in reflection & offer to sync my own personal cycle with the inherent natural rhythms of our Mother Gaia.  I will ask that [...]

a shout from the wind

Hello dear ones! On this blustery Samhain (pronounced sau-win) I thought I'd share a wee couple of poems I recently scribbled. ------------- a shout from the wind and all the leaves jump from the tree and run across the lawn to safe harbor at every nook they can put themselves. --------------- the trees celebrate the close of the season with a burst of confetti before retiring for the long winter's rest. -------------- Now I'm off to sit in the front of the fire & enjoy All Hallows' Eve.  Hope you do too!

For the birds

out the door dog by side the woods are calling. insides bubbling and smiling, tongues and tails wagging. peel away webs shrouding eyes and face left by 8 legged weavers in the night. leaves crunch, twigs crack. dust flying from small thundering feet speeding by. birds are all twitter louder than past visits possibly the early hour? then there high in tree sitting proudly is owl the cause of the little folk's alarm. silently he glides away leaving the little folk muttering to themselves.