This day had a difficult birth. Rain pelting. Wind blowing. Now that the sun has risen behind gray clouds, the rain has calmed, although tree branches still dance in the wind. Blue sky peeps through fast-moving clouds. All is in flux. This breath. This movement of the eyes. These hands. Nothing is fixed.
First Hyacinth Bloom
Today is Groundhog Day, Candlemas Day in the Catholic calendar, and Imbolc or Saint Brigid’s Day in the Celtic calendar. Today is the day that my first hyacinth began to bloom. A sure sign of the coming season. Change happens all the time. We mark the passages of time with celebrations such as Saint Brigid’sRead more about First Hyacinth Bloom[…]
Today is the latest sunrise of the year here in the Northern hemisphere. Already the sun is setting 14 minutes later than it did on December 7. More light at the end of the day! Tomorrow we will have (a few seconds) more light at the beginning of the day! I like cracking my eyesRead more about Latest Sunrise[…]
Emily Dickinson’s Last Words
“I must go in. The fog is rising.” These are Emily Dickinson’s enigmatic last words. What might be your last words? Of course, we cannot even begin to guess what we might see/hear/feel in that in-between place, that bardo between life and death. For now, we can only be aware of the between places asRead more about Emily Dickinson’s Last Words[…]
Violets are blooming in my yard–white violets and violet violets. The person in my family who mows the lawn is ecstatic. “They’re so beautiful!” I do not remind him that in previous years he preferred the clean-cut look of new-mown grass, while i cried, “But the violets!” This May, we are both in love withRead more about Violets[…]