Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Because humans do seem to have a hive mind and because that is accentuated by our repeater medias, I saw several things that talked about heating this week. As in heating living and working spaces in the winter, not as in climate heating, though that was part of it. All were framed in a “we… Continue reading On “Renewables”
A key path to reducing your negative impact on the future — and to live and feel better into the bargain — is grounding yourself in the seasonal year. Eating what is fresh in your locality. Exploring your corner of the world. Experiencing the changes from one season to the next. Humans used to live in… Continue reading A Trip through the Solar Year
It is the season of the witch. Time for the maids, mothers, and crones to dance the spiral. Time to grab the broom and clean up all the messes. Time for stories and spells in the basement. Time to gather around the hearth. Time to wear midnight and sturdy boots, masks and tall hats. Time… Continue reading Wednesday Word: 27 October 2021
Long an irksome pull at the Math Lady lodged in my left brain, I decided I’d had enough with moon dis-logic. It is time for an intervention. Moon 101 for writers of all shades. Here is the imagery that pushed Math Lady over the edge: Facing south in the evening, she “looked over her shoulder… Continue reading A Moon Intervention
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
By My Solitary Hearth 