seasons

It is raining in California. And some of us are nervous about it. Only occasionally do we experience the river dance; this year the Coyote was a trickster. The waters have receded from the great flood of late February 2017 here in San Jose, but respect for the power of water in flow will not fade from [...]

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Life Springs Forth

by Cari on 03/20/2017

in Wheel of the Year

The mother pleads Stay chaste But chased the girl will be by the course of her own bright blood And dark desire leads her away A flowery meadow, a walled garden are but a moment For soon she is caught in the net of time Lured by the offered fruits apple, pomegranate the proferred crown, [...]

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Holy Water at Brigidtide

by Cari on 01/30/2017

in Writing

She Rises I have news for you: The creek swells, ducks dive, the dry time has gone. Trees tremble in winter storms, deep green the land; Shadows long, sweet the sun, warmth wanted. The hawk sings in a sapphire sky. On the ground, souls quicken, breathe clouds. This is my news. As we move into [...]

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Blessing the Year Old and New

by Cari on 01/06/2017

in Writing

A Blessing of Hands I warm my hands at the fire of my soul. My hands that broke my fall last spring. My hands that grasped the walker, clasped the brace, all summer, all autumn. My hands that wrote and rested. Other hands cut me and healed me. Other hands held me and fed me. [...]

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When the longest night of year is here Our friends and family gather near To light a candle against the night And warm our spirits in the wonder of light The longest night of the northern year arrives tonight, and for a few moments, the world stills. Since writing the verse illustrated in this card, [...]

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The autumn equinox arrives today. The great wheel of time turns. The darker half of the year draws near, whether we will or no. And as sometimes happens, “I was summoned, from the branches of night …” by an old friend. Hear Moving through this scaffolding of days Holding solace in dreams and murmurs of memory [...]

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It’s Lammas time again, the first of the three harvest festivals and the one that especially honours the bread and the brew.  My altar has artwork for the body of grain, bread art representing the female and male principles, two favourite corn dollies made by my daughter when she was young,  a favorite framed harvest [...]

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Summer seems to touch on a time out of time, when we cease our striving and doing, for a few moments, and simply be. My to-do list is slowly becoming my to-be list. Like the sun in the sky, I too seem to stand still. At midsummer I feel a sort of threshold: looking back, [...]

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‘Twas a lovely Beltane morning bringing up the sun with the Morris dancers at the Baylands. When we wake at 4 a.m. to roll out of bed for this sunrise ceremony of frolic and awe, we grumble and wonder at ourselves, but what if the sun did NOT rise because we were too lazy to [...]

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The Flowering Year

by Cari on 03/20/2016

in Wheel of the Year

It is astonishing to me that I am able to look upon this lovely image of a woman gathering flowers, every morning when I wake up, for a print of it hangs on my bedroom wall.  The original fresco was painted about 2000 years ago, in a villa built for the Roman nobility, overlooking the [...]

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