The Dawn Chorus

Goldfinches The Dawn Chorus

A poem that came to me for Valentine time, during Brigidtide.

Brigid Hearth Altar 2023

Brigid’s Day, Candlemas, Imbolc, Groundhog Day – by any of its names, we are in one of the four cross-quarter tides of the year, coming as it does between midwinter and vernal equinox.  It is the quickening time, but for me the first stirrings of early spring are more shy and tender than usual.


Holy Chillin’ by the Seashore

Blue on blue sea and sky lighthouse

This is a reverie. I go to walk with myself. To get clear in my mind, the kind of spaciousness that can come to me with an extended stretch of silence. To let memory come in. To lay down some ocean time in my skin. To work, walk, write. To let wonder in.


My Faithful Community of Writers

I thought perhaps by sharing these quotes and photos I might establish some new connections with the fabled writing community on Instagram. Instead I renewed a connection with my younger self, the girl whose loneliness sent her to books in the first place, the young woman whose frustration that her writing dream had to wait was amplified by a dismissive professor who frankly discouraged her from even imagining such a thing.