Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Leonora Carrington Ms Ashton (1987) memory she thinks is like a house on fire forcing mind into perennial present flames monstrous in brutal beauty stark revelations only to be scattered in ash and ruin cherished rooms once filled with laughter and tears and quiet morning comforts now all engulfed in roaring madness she came through… Continue reading memory palace in flames
Bernat Martorell, Saint George and the Dragon (1434-1435) Sir George, he went a’questing, as gallant lads will do, to prove his mettle and his fine fettle — a knight both brave and true. He came upon a kingdom wherein misfortune reigned. The dragon blight, a dire plight, a land become blood-stained. The dragon charged the… Continue reading Saint George and the Dragon
gracious mother glorious creator generous progenitor we remember this day in gratitude in humility in wonderment we give heartfelt thanks for this being for these bodies for this magnanimous bounty no promise broken no necessity denied no love withheld even to these your wayward children is selfless solicitude bestowed and though in bottomless want we… Continue reading canticle for earth day
How to Fly (In Ten Thousand Easy Lessons) Barbara Kingsolver Harper, 2020 Dearly Margaret Atwood Ecco, 2020 It’s been a rough few years. The roughest bit may be that it’s not likely to be un-roughed. Maybe ever, but certainly not within my lifetime. We’ve lost loved ones to COVID, to violence, to depression. We’ve lost… Continue reading Two Restoratives
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
By My Solitary Hearth 