To go into the dark with a light is to know the light To know the dark, go dark, go without sight And find that the dark, too, blooms and sings And is traveled by dark feet and dark ways”-Wendell Berry You darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires Read more about Go into the darkness[…]
Sitings of the crescent moon glowing in the embers of the setting sun reach us on Sundaybut we only catch sight of it on moon day and are awed. with the risingthe little egret orchid blooms, takes flight and fades almost within a day we could so easily have missed it. And it’s presence Leads Read more about Late September[…]
Blue Iris Poems and Essays By Mary OliverA celebration of the bounties and blessings of nature. A Book Excerpt on Wonder How Would You Live Then? What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaksflew in circles around your head? What ifthe mockingbird came into the house with you andbecame your advisor? What ifthe bees filled your walls with honey and Read more about Autumn breakfast[…]
Hard rain overnight. 4am Crack of Dawn pulsing energy. Deep, dark new moon journey. Blue throat chakra, black cat.Bigger cats, lions, tigers and jaguars, prowl and roar. Summer solstice wonderland Jasmine scent.Peas pop. Wild cherries with poison at their hearts. Soft breeze, floating clouds, rustling leaves. Father’s Day cider and hops.Sleep so near and so Read more about Let the rhythm call you home[…]
Light workers says Lorie Ladd alchemise the fear and divide. Into love and unity hold the love. Let it run to ground. Keep remembering. coming back. in love and compassion. I am here to alchemise. anger, rage, Hatred, separateness. David Whyte describes how these emotions show us the love within us. Keep connected to other Read more about Ascension[…]
https://www.treesisters-nest.org/posts/10647985 The naked new In the birth canalPoised to becomeHeld in a prism of potentialUnknown to selfUnknown to the worldBut intact, Armed with love,Ready. ‘What am I?’ said the Self..Honeysuckle laced with dew,Candle wax and frogspawn,Rainbows and lily pads,Piano keys and the wet mudof the potters wheel.You are it all,You are life. ‘But what comes next?’ Read more about Lunar New Year[…]
It’s early morning. The full moon beginning to wane. Peak summer energy dropping away. I love this garden, this little patch of paradise, with splashes of leftover flowers, pink, yellow, orange and white dapple the green foliage.I hear the wind and see it pushing through the high treesbut here on this sheltered terrace it barely Read more about Chill air and hibiscus flowers[…]
It’s easy to lose this tenderlyunfolding moment. Look for itas if it were the first green bladeafter a long winter. Listen for itas if it were the first clear tonein a place where dawn is heralded by bells. Pat Schneider – Instructions for the journey
Breathing in the Lilac, Tulips end and Aquilegia rise. A magical charm of goldfinches and a greenfinch puts in an appearance. But the squirrels are getting braver and making an assault on the feeders. One cat is injuredAnd the other wild cats’ ears, grow big, listening intently.
May, and the puffins are back. To land, the furious beating of their wings stops and they drop, plop sinkdown into the sea, Then bob back up to the surface afloat. I feel as if i am in that moment under the water. The pause of the Scorpio full moon waning feel the magic stirring in the darkness Rest into the dark moon Read more about Waning into the dark moon[…]