Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
My country celebrated Memorial Day last holiday weekend. Ostensibly, the day is to honor veterans who died. Usually “for this country” is tacked on to end of the observation, but I don’t think any of us believe that anymore. From talking with my military friends and relatives, it would appear that not even those who… Continue reading Wasted Lives
I am not a science doubter. I trust firmly in experimental and experiential knowledge. I accept that there will be contradictions and critical holes in that knowledge but know that this will in no way invalidate either specific things that we know nor generally the scientific method of knowing them. I also believe that there… Continue reading COVID Stories
new leaves in the arbor here is a seed my soul-gift to the future a self i cannot know but in dreams and divination yet though I cannot see certain am i hope spreads roots in this soil here lives joy abundance great care in this mattering nature dwells nurturing spirit no, no divide is… Continue reading planting
We need more geology in school. Or perhaps ecology. Probably both. If we are to survive, we need to understand who and what we are, and for that we need to understand this world that made us. We are earthly beings. We are small parts of a small planet on an average star in the… Continue reading Home Soil
It was 91°F this past weekend, so of course Ex and I were building up the raised beds. No heatstroke, I'm happy to report, though it was a near thing once or twice. Himself was doing the building part. I was digging in the veg patch, so... in full sun the whole time. The thing… Continue reading Raising Beds & Un-Jungling
I am reading Stan Cox’s The Path to a Livable Future. I will write more on that later. Or maybe I won’t. I haven’t decided yet because I haven’t seen much of this titular path yet, though I am over halfway through the book. He writes quite a lot on the paths that got us… Continue reading A Livable Path
Born Again (Nacer de Nuevo) by Remedios Varo (1960) she is breaching reaching through rent flesh for hearth sense brushing past grasping cilia and bleached branches deserting the void-dark garden of ghosts coming into the clotted intimacy of small spaces penetrating deep the root-riddled walls of womanhood she is suffused with maiden’s hopeful lust one… Continue reading coming through wisdom
I closed the shop early. No point to staying open in this storm. If anyone were foolhardy enough to venture out, I’d not want to sell books that would likely only get ruined on the walk back home. But there were no people, nobody dashing from one shop to the next, nobody walking the dog… Continue reading The Man in the Moon
The seventh moon of the year is the Flower Moon, or the Faerie Moon. It is new between 23 April and 21 May. It is full between 7 May and 4 June. This is the burgeoning time. Bulbs are flowering. Forsythia is a wash of gold. Lilacs are sending scent out on the breeze. Bees… Continue reading Flower Moon in Eclipse
While reading an essay narrating another desperate protest by rational people — this time explaining why some UK climate scientists felt driven to glue their bodies to government buildings — I had an epiphany. Not a good one. As I sat there contemplating the lengths that we go to and the relatively meagre results of… Continue reading Just… Stop…
By My Solitary Hearth 