Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
thirteen life lessons, a year of moon praxis, that we, the younger kin, may learn from relation. strength from the hummingbird no obstacle will be barrier to your will confidence from the squirrel all endeavors will be accomplished in your hands trust from the salmon the way home is always written in your heart patience… Continue reading life lessons
throughout time throughout place the wise proclaim all is divine and we nod in acquiescence hmm yes, all divine we intone in sage murmurs all divine, but… but not the rocks we say surely there is no divinity in mute mineral stasis still, all is divine… so say the wise but… but not the rivers… Continue reading all is divine
i am out of my element this abundance of soppy green perplexes the rhythms are all wrong me with my down beat shovel when the local conductor still has the baton raised my biological clock reads time for peas and is confounded by snow yet the grass is leaping in the perennial bed where it… Continue reading green garden for a desert rat
i sometimes wonder if it’s truly entropy or just restlessness some need to make anew each moment so many paths to take creation grows bored with my being thinks she can better this body and the next and the next and the next matter being the boundary and so thus time is short like a… Continue reading dis or re order
the moon waxes full and the green spirit bestirs flits through forest canopy to soil singing awake! awake! awake! send roots questing deep spread blades to capture sun sleep no more let juicy desire flow free summer days are long but fleeting make of life what you may grow joy! nurture beauty! be together! the… Continue reading greenleaf moon
there is no reservation at this table of consideration. for all the lauded tricks of human matter, it is only one of… do you not know that the stars conjecture? conferring on creation — beginnings, beings, resolution — is as common as dust. we are not alone no matter where we cast our gaze. even… Continue reading no reservation
The Radiant Lives of Animals Linda Hogan Beacon Press, 2020 This small book of poetry and prose is a love letter to Linda Hogan’s home. It is a narrative of recovery. Hogan must come back to health and strength after a severe horse-riding accident. The Depression-era cottage she buys to hide away and live quietly… Continue reading The Radiant Lives of Animals
what do you see with your eyes trained on a tree? what do you hear when your ears take in birdsong? what do you feel when your fingers touch soil? turn questions around so that what becomes who when you ponder them know that they regard you we sing the same songs we bear the… Continue reading no difference
Our culture is confused about food and farming. We believe that we are in a power-over relationship with the world, and particularly with our food. We are so enamored with dominance that we've lost sight of the inherent partnership between plants and animals, between prey and predator, between the farmer and the fields. Both sides… Continue reading A Confusion of Grain Gods
her mood was once reliable when the eggs were all still viable but now that they are not she’s perpetually hot and her temper’s undeniable ©Elizabeth Anker 2022
By My Solitary Hearth 