April 11, 2020

To get through this and survive is a good goal,
But to get through this with our family closer than ever is what the gods call us to do.

There’s a sign on the stairwell so that I see it every morning as I head out into the day:

Joy
Love
Clan
Truth
Honour
Courage
Welcome
Kindness
Abundance
Boundaries
Communication
Responsibility

I arranged it by number of letters, but I think that worked out pretty darned well, foundation-and-pinnacle-wise.

April 9th, 2020

Slow and steady.
Now is when we use the stubbornness – which has been railed against in the past –

Ahem.
Now is when we use the stubbornness to keep the Earth spinning:
to waken, rise, walk, dress to our shoes and earrings,

To walk, to write, to reach out,
To go to work

and give my very best to the people who depend on me.

March 36, 2020

Grace filled the coffee maker last night and put it on the timer,
a tiny act, and
my senses filled with her care and nurturance as I came downstairs.

Mist rose over the beaver bog as we walked
– not too far, I had put on the wrong shoes.
With coffee in hand, I bound my homework to my opening breaths:

“I let go of what does not serve my values now.
Be free, energies, to return to the Great Mother;
Be free to flow, transform, and do your many works elsewhere.”

Breathe in peace.
Breathe out love.

April 2, 2020

The WIND!
The WIND!
The WIND!

Is in our EARS!
Our EARS!
Our EARS!

And in our FURS!
Our FURS!
Our FURS!

And in our NOSES!!!!

It brings the NEWS!
The NEWS!
The NEWS!

Of all the DOGS!
The DOGS!
The DOGS!

And all the RAINS!
The RAINS!
The RAINS!

That splash our TOESES!

27th of March

A mystery clipped me on the brain stem today and walking was not a chore to be avoided,
I went, and quickly, and dogs bounded joyfully, and we walked further than I thought we would because there were brand new smells down at the bag-end, with new road-grading fill and rocks had been moved which turned up old leaves.

Old leaves for goodness sake.
It was wonderful.

March 26th

Frost which melts.
Sunshine which touches thin and bony fingers.
The forces are poised,
not yet agent,
waiting. For something.

I had a seeing this morning,
a knowing,
that many, many gods are nothing like human
with thought, emotion, motivation.

That had been a little naive of me.