Hylde-mođer (Elder Mother)
Holding My tender silver reaching roots in winter cradle death. Moulding, mourning, moving back. Icy winds whirl around my naked …
poetry
Crone Mother at Calan Gaeaf
Now Winter is calling her. The Western Gates are open, And once again she stands in liminal space. Not spinning, …
Eclipsing
The milkweed pod splits in my hands. And silky white seed tails scatter through my fingers and across the meadow. …
Crone Mother at Calan Mai
Now Summer is calling her. And she is leaning into that liminal space. Not spinning, not weaving, not wondering. Standing …
The waters within me
How do I let you flow? The watery tears of my sorrow, my heartbreak, my grief? Shall I reject you …
Poem
I can feel the words rise up from my soul. At first formless and nameless. They flow through my heart …
Zombie Walk in October
Shuffling along a broken path, Arms swaying limply, Matted hair hanging around her face. She trudges from emptiness to emptiness. …
Fluid Dynamics (according to Wikipedia and Paul Simon)
An eddy is a swirling of a fluid and the reverse current created when the fluid flows past an obstacle. …
In This Moment Moving Forward
This. Is birdsong at dawn. This. Is the rich earth humming under foot. Waking roots and teeming with life and …
Finding Awen
Where is Awen? It is where I find myself riding that wave between the earth and the sky and in the …
Michonne
What did we call her? Michonne. Because we knew she would be fearless and strong. And would live and love …
Into Myth (A Drumming Song)
Stone and bone leaf and vein dead howls in the wolf of night. Lead me on through the pain then …
