Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Still moving the books. Down to a couple dozen boxes, half of which are likely donates. I say this because they are in boxes that are left from the move from Albuquerque six years ago. Mislabeled boxes. What is inside is not what is written on the outside. You all know me well enough by… Continue reading Running Updates
I could not let this full moon go by without a tale, however short. This is the time of the Wild Hunt and the end of the season of growth. So I have a bit of dark poetry to read by the light of the full moon. remembrance we clamor after infinity with braying horns… Continue reading Hunter’s Moon
Just when I think I've got things under control... First, we had a major shuffle at work. Upshot is I've got more hours and a new schedule to figure out. I am the manager of plants now, no staff... except one cat. So there's that. Then I found out that one can not park one's… Continue reading A Forced Hiatus
I’ve been an armchair archeologist/anthropologist for most of my life. I’ve always had a fascination with deep history. I’ve spent a lifetime trying to tease out the Story of Us not mediated through the words of the privileged few; and deep history, pre-history, is where you find the story before it was broken. Further, when… Continue reading Gatherers
It's dark. I know this happens every year. Intellectually, I am good with the decreasing daylight. I welcome the idea of more time to stew in the starlight, less time of constant chop chop chop in the sun. I welcome the idea... but I'm a bit more conflicted on the practical application. Especially when rain… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 6 October 2021
4 October is the feast day of St Francis of Assisi. You might know him as the irreverent but apt moniker, St Francis of the Birdbath, because that is where many of us encounter him. Bare-headed with the monk's tonsure, dressed in rough robes and coarse rope belting, he stands with one palm out, feeding… Continue reading St Francis of the Birdbath
I feel like I’ve been working through first principles for a while. But I haven’t covered one big one — dualities. Our propensity to look at the extreme end points of a spectrum and not the entire spectrum. To classify everything as good or bad, when neither actually exists. I think about this quite a… Continue reading Duality and Reality
The ancient world of the Mediterranean and Near East has a great number of interesting mythological beings. Some are related to old gods and tutelary spirits. Some are fairly accurate illustrations of the anxieties of humankind — or maybe mankind, since women didn't have much of a voice. Some are just ludicrous. One of my… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 29 September 2021
Beginning today, I'm going to have to pull back from even aspiring for five posts a week. I know you've noticed that I've not been hitting that mark very often of late. This is the official notice that I have to stop even trying. It's not good for me. I wouldn't call it burn-out. I… Continue reading Dialing Back
The old lady swept her walk every morning in the dawn light and tended her garden at dusk. She was unknown and unnoticed in the neighborhood. Kept to herself. Smiled at small children and dogs on leashes passing by her gate but did not encourage conversation. She was unremarkable in every way, forgotten as soon… Continue reading Invisible Crows
