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Imbolc
I wake on the last day of January with a strong urge to tidy the house. With all four of us at home, all the time, the ebb and flow of our days leave…
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Feb 1, 2021
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Uprooting a new year
I had planned to spend the last day of the year in the garden. Planting the last bulbs, sowing the first seeds. I woke up dreaming of the metaphors it…
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Dec 31, 2021
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Siren Song
I stand at the edge of the sea & she sings to me of home. One wild rocky shore connected to another by this body of water. I am a body of water. I have…
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Jul 19, 2020
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Ostara
Yesterday was the spring equinox. Today things have already teetered off kilter, each day visibly longer than the night past. The race is on to sow…
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Mar 21, 2021
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Lughnasadh
I try to understand the wound. What was the cause of the land and people’s severing? Why did those who lived here begin to feel it was not enough, to…
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Aug 1, 2021
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In remembrance of hope
We wake, pour coffee. It is raining & the deck is slippery with fallen leaves and fast advancing moss so we look out at the woods from indoors, a steady…
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Nov 8, 2020
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Mother Garden
Motherhood brought me to the garden. What is a garden but a womb, a space fecund with creative potential. After years adrift in the barren desert of…
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Jul 26, 2020
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A Samhain offering
The day dawns grey and wet, the woods opposite flare orange in momentary defiance of leaden skies. A small tornado of leaves whips through the brooding…
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Oct 31, 2020
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Equinox
She dances home a flower fairy, sprigs of green and white in her hair. The green and white of the last wear of her summer uniform, but I am relieved…
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Sep 22, 2020
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Yuletide
Last night I dreamt of my garden. It was winter & I was surrounded by fresh greens: cabbages & lettuce, the name lollo rosso rolling around my mind. An…
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Dec 23, 2020
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The darkest day
The thing about living in a small community is the way in which you are fully seen. I remember the painful vulnerability of this; the desire to cloak…
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Dec 21, 2020
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Death, Love, Samhain
If the sun never sets on the British Empire, let me be of the realms of the moon. Nothing new has been said under the sun, but when I speak I find my…
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Nov 3, 2021
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