Not all of the poetry from the Brighid Poetry slam has to be directly addressed to the Goddess of poetry, healing and art. All poetry honors Brighid. So today’s choice is one that Shannon Hawthorn Ash selected. Thank you, Shannon, for reminding me how much I love Marge Piercy! Blessings! Three of Cups (an excerpt) … Read more
The Sixth Annual Brighid Poetry Festival this year was the best one yet! Every year, everyone on the Web is invited to share a favorite poem in honor of the Goddess of poetry, healing and craft. There were hundreds and hundreds of sumptuous selections. This weekend, I am sharing two selections from the blissful … Read more
For the 4th year of this six-year celebration, I am delighted and honored to join in the ever-growing Brigid Poetry Slam. Throughout the blogosphere, everyone is invited to post poetry in honor of blessed Brighid today on Her feast day. She is the Irish Goddess and patron saint of smithcraft, poetry, and healing. This year, … Read more
Song of Myself by Walt Whitman Section 48 I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his … Read more
Today’s offering is from Angela Magara’s masterpiece, Earth Psalms — her sublime reconsideration of the Biblical psalms. She writes of this treasure, “I had heard from my friend, Rabbi David Edleson, that many of the psalms were closely based on much older praise songs from the ancient Near East, dedicated to their Gods and Goddesses, … Read more
This is now. Now is, all there is. Don’t wait for Then; strike the spark, light the fire. Sit at the Beloved’s table, feast with gusto, drink your fill then dance the way branches of jasmine and cypress dance in a spring wind. The green earth is your cloth; tailor your robe with dignity and … Read more
Demeter For, after all, put it as we may to ourselves, we are all of us from birth to death guests at a table which we did not spread. The sun, the earth, love, friends, our very breath are parts of the banquet…. Shall we think of this day as a chance to come nearer … Read more
For Light by John O’Donohue (1956-2008) from To Bless the Space Between Us Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through places where death In its own way turns into life. In the glare of neon times, Let our eyes not be … Read more
Sleeping In The Forest Mary Oliver I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated … Read more
Our stories lie down in the orchard, their time is not now, but something is coming, something is going away. They rise to the stars, and wait to be told. There are listeners who know how little we know, how much we are feeling. We had to go our own way, a little off course, … Read more