Wordless Wednesday: After Three Inches of Rain
Our normally dry tiny creek:
Our normally dry tiny creek:
I just love this old favorite by William Cullen Bryant. It captures the essence of the days we’ve been enduring — sizzling, oppressive heat that begs for a breeze. Although this poem looks a bit longish, remember that poetry is the oldest form of spell-casting and is meant to be read aloud. May it invoke … Read more
I thought and thought and thought about what pithy, powerful poetry I might post today for my Solar Return. But this, as it has in past years, suits me just fine. (ps: If you’d like to help me celebrate my birthday, please donate a little (or a lot) to my dearest Cherry Hill Seminary). See … Read more
I have already heard this poem several times this week, in celebration of the Solstice. I have even posted it myself, some three Summers ago. But I can think of few others more perfect for this magical time. Speaking at least for myself, its question is one I keep spiraling back to, with ever renewing … Read more
Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven with repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two … Read more
Queen of all given powers unveiled clear light unfailing woman wearing brilliance cherished in heaven and earth chosen, sanctified in heaven you grand in your adornments crowned with your beloved goodness rightfully you are High Priestess… ~ Enheduanna translated by Betty DeShong Meador, Inanna, Lady of the Largest Heart © University of Texas Press, Austin … Read more
As you may know by now, on weekends (except for Goddess Sundays), I like to step back and share the visions of other creators, artists, and agents of the awakening. This is from one of my very favorite visionaries, who is all three. On the threshold of deep change that many expect may be triggered … Read more