April, 2017

fullness

“Off in the twilight hung the low full moon, And all the women stood before it grave, As round an altar. Thus at holy times The Cretan damsels dance melodiously With delicate feet about the sacrifice, Trampling the tender bloom of the soft grass,” ~Sappho The fullness aches. The pregnant moment arrives, the moment of it’s-going-to-happen-no-matter-what-we-do is here. Look at the moon. I wander in the movement toward fullness, pulled and dragged at times. Do I dare?  “As the Moon at the full was complete, so all its potentialities were at their height: it was either the Healer of sorrows […]

coming home

I remember her eyes. And the way that we connected. I don’t remember her name. I don’t know if I even asked. I don’t remember if we spoke. But I remember this: the feeling of home. It was 2008. I didn’t know a soul and there I was, in the first ritual. The drums called us to the circle, bodies moved around the fire. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I took a breath. No turning back now. On the car ride to the camp, I asked a lot of questions of the driver who I’d just met that […]