May your voyage be long, full of adventure, with many harbors seen for the first time. Ithaka by Constantine P. Cavafy (1911) As you set out for Ithaka hope the voyage is a long one, full of adventure, full of discovery. Laistrygonians and Cyclops, angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them: you’ll never find things like … Read more
This year, I have come staggering and stumbling into October. Usually, I am bursting with joy, swirling into this rich, magical time that I adore. But there’s been the shocking, sudden death of a beloved friend, eight years younger than me… several work disappointments that I was not expecting… Hard and harder world news … Read more
Ripple Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near, as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they’re better … Read more
I adore this poem for the days of Lughnasadh, and so I am encoring my posting of it from years past. With it, I send you blessings of faith, and abundant, miraculous harvests; and most of all, the grace to know them. Love and thanksgiving. Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith by Mary … Read more
I am at Dancing Moon Books in Raleigh today from 11:30am to 6pm (so if you had a too-brief reading with me last night, come by and let’s go deeper). Then off I go for a bit. See you in a week or so. Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with … Read more
The May Queen Is Waiting by Ruth Barrett and Cyntia Smith Originally recorded on The Heart is the Only Nation, BMI. I’ll prepare the furrowed earth for your sweet body. The stars are rising in the moonlit sky. The May Queen is waiting. Her voice reaches as you sleep, can you awaken to live the … Read more
The Breathing by Denise Levertov An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where deer have looked for apples. The woods from brook to where the top of the hill looks over the fog, send up not one bird. So absolute, it … Read more
She would have been 82 today. They wrote this about her in her high school yearbook. It was true her whole life. She Walks in Beauty By Lord Byron She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and … Read more
Offered with great tenderness and love today, to all my dear Jewish (and Jew-Witch!) friends who have been observing the High Holy Days and particularly Yom Kippur. And for all, of every faith, who have traveled the pathways of mourning and healing. Blessed be. Kaddish Mother of my birth, for how long were we together … Read more
I have come to a still, but not a deep center, A point outside the glittering current; My eyes stare at the bottom of a river, At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains, My mind moves in more than one place, In a country half-land, half-water. I am renewed by death, thought of my death, The … Read more