Translation: Did you know that chewing gum thrown on the street looks to birds like pieces of bread. They try to eat it and can not dislodge it from their beaks. No longer able to eat or drink they die a horrible slow death. Stop it, not today but yesterday!
I listen to the earth song The humming of the land. Wind howling round the eaves And in the trees. On the shore the sea Rushes, gulls cry Seals echo eerily. Rain falls, drumming, pattering, Streaming down the hillsides. I hear the robin calling sweetly At daybreak, Tawny owls in the darkness. Cat fights and […]
For the chain of days – The jewel mornings – pearl, ruby and emerald, I thank the Goddess. For the beauty of bird song, the wind in the trees, the swallows on the way to Rhuddlan, I thank the Goddess. For the sunlit waters of the Traeth, the crows in the conifers, and bluebells, I thank […]
Slate grey sky Rain falling Birds calling soft harmonies. The holy light of candle flame on stone The scented smoke rising in the stillness of the air. Today my living room becomes a chapel to the Goddess.
Birds are flyin’ south for winter. Here’s the Weird-Bird headin’ north, Wings a-flappin’, beak a-chatterin’, Cold head bobbin’ back ‘n’ forth. He says, “It’s not that I like ice Or freezin’ winds and snowy ground. It’s just sometimes it’s kind of nice To be the only bird in town.”
What I investigate out of my window on this brisk, bright winter Sunday morning is no less than simple elegance in pure jamboree. I ponder, I spy, and I worship here. Small birds are sitting in the naked trees. They patiently await their turn at this morning’s window offerings. They perch upon gray branches that […]
I have lit my candles. I have set on fire the corner of a perfectly dried bouquet of delicate leaves of white sage and then closed my eyes in rapture as I inhaled the heady, curative smoke. I shook off the flame and placed the smoking leaf on the house alter. I have bowed in […]