Morning Poem by Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your … Read more
I am reprinting renowned astrologer Lynn Hayes’ post regarding today’s momentous astrological event. I love Lynn’s evaluations, because they are geeky enough to satisfy the “real” astrologers amongst us, and yet they make sense for those of us not schooled in the esoteric arts. Best of all, though, she is always able to point to … Read more
Just a brief note to let you know the June issue of my newsletter, WINGS, was emailed today. Did you get yours? I hope so! The June edition is chock full of important information, especially regarding the once-in-a-lifetime astrological alignment now in play. It is a combination that every astrologer I know of has been … Read more
Okay, a couple of words, just this once! Like all great ideas, this is one that just begs to be shared. Fabulous blogger, writer, photographic artist and soulful wise woman Cate Kerr was the first I know of to share “Wordless Wednesdays.” She was soon followed by glorious Gaian Tarot Goddess, Joanna Powell Colbert. While … Read more
Glory of the Day-Star, hail! Lifter of the Light, Burnisher of the Sky. Gifts of love to earth are bringing, Summer’s shimmer, dew’s delight. Dancing be the heart within us, Open be our souls to bliss, Courage vanquish every shadow, Greet Midsummer with a kiss. – Greeting to the Summer Solstice from Celtic Devotional – … Read more
Whether we are rich or poor, educated or uneducated, whatever our nationality, color, social status, or ideology may be, the purpose of our lives is to be happy. — His Holiness, the 14th Dalai Lama, born July 6, 1935 Cancer is the sign of the Summer Solstice, the beginning of the warmest season of the … Read more
Children learn to smile from their parents. — Shinichi Suzuki Through a little girl’s eyes, my father’s hands were so big. They folded over mine, swallowing them up as they taught me to tie my shoes. They patiently screwed together bicycles and swing sets, they wiped off chocolate milk mustaches. They wrapped around the handle … Read more
Please remember: poetry is meant to be read aloud! EARTH YOUR DANCING PLACE by the glorious May Swenson Beneath heaven’s vault remember always walking through halls of cloud down aisles of sunlight or through high hedges of the green rain walk in the world highheeled with swirl of cape hand at the swordhilt of your … Read more
I rise in silence, steadfast in the elements with thought a smoke-blue veil drawn round me. Seasons clothe me in laurel and bittersweet, in ice but my heart is constant… — from Smoky Mountain Woman © Marilou Awiakta, from her collection, *Abiding Appalachia: Where Mountain and Atom Meet As the magic of Summer Solstice approaches, … Read more
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should … Read more