My harvest in the garden this September has been the humble calendula. For centuries she was known among herbalists as marigold or pot marigold, a charming homage to the Great Mother of Christianity, pairing her with that most precious of metals. In the oldest herbals she is referred to in the plural simply as Goldes.
The song of Lammas sounds a note of melancholy as summer wanes. The faint coolness on the breeze, the shortening days … The image of the scythe, and the reaper who wields it, accompanies this time of year.
If my collection of art can be said to include a piece for Lammas, this would be it, which I named according to its first line, The Fields are Full. … In 1996, I had begun to free up my calligraphy.
I am deep in the thickets of reworking my novel…The invisible world offers me comfort and encouragement by curious synchronicities and wild visitations, and in a stroke of good fortune, the perfect book of writing wisdom at just the right time.