The sky does not seek the sun Instead holding fast To her starry darkness A little longer Movement is slow A near underwater Ballet Each step resistance The fire glows brightly Sunlight to my spirit Comforting and coaxing My mind to awaken Reluctance lingers The memory of sleep An inviting bed Urging me back The … Continue reading Building

Winter is Calling

And I must find it where skies change and the air sharpens skin vanishes into layers of warmth Windows are shut tight against the wind's keen edge and the world dips into barren branches and white expanse Seasons shift in a meditation a grateful dance to a planet turning years around the fire of the … Continue reading Winter is Calling

Changing Air ~ #MondayBlogs

The last heady days drift by syrup slow As autumn hangs on the fringes a frenetic optimism The winds return palm trees bowing growing on a crooked course Soil is turned groves are planted and the world awaits our winter The return to easy climes a breath finally released And bright air greening the fronds … Continue reading Changing Air ~ #MondayBlogs

Memory Drift

The carpet is rough Against my cheek The vent humming heat At the tip of my nose I hear my mother In the kitchen  As I stare  From winter windows And the first flake travels The size of my childish hand Sinking to the blankets Hiding the backyard And then the next So large I … Continue reading Memory Drift

Star Blind…

Winter dreams from a cozy house.

Friday Philosophy…Yule

On the 21st, the Winter Solstice, Yule officially begins. For Pagans, Yule was a celebration of light, in the midst of what is seasonally a "darker" time of year. When Christianity arrived, Yule traditions were appropriated into the story of Jesus and we began to commemorate the birth of Christ. I'd also like to add … Continue reading Friday Philosophy…Yule

Friday Philosophy…Winter

There's something about winter, even in a desert, that shifts the energy and lifts the mood. It's not just the festive mood now that school is on break. There's something about seeing your own breath fog over the air that elevates and energizes, for me. Winter, that season of dormancy or hibernation, can be such … Continue reading Friday Philosophy…Winter