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Praise, @ first harvest
The creek is dark orange and mud brown, the tannins from the bald cypress so rich with mineral it almost floats like an additional layer of color on top. The water looks solid. Or, viscous. Standing thick creek muck in the standing July heat. Then it’s the full moon, and the new month starts, bringing…
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On the first full moon of summer
The yarrow and mimosas are in flower, it’s a perfect night for lavender elder offering shmr and my nettle tops are finally ready for tea… Some vision comes for the continued establishing of the wild flower ditch, and on the first full moon of summer I pray (help us remember) to believe we’re magic…
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Summer just started
Sometimes in the early stages of learning to track their patterns I invite embodiment members in our co-op to learn their women’s mystery moon, meaning their own cycle of their own womb. And to do this I illustrate the idea that if asked, folks usually answer that the moon’s cycle is 28 days when in…
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Gratitude. At the onset of year 23.
It’s like I wake up each day in a parallel universe the one where I am left wondering wait, where did that casual glory of day to day life handmade and well-worked (so damn hard for!) go, how the hell did I end up here? This is how it feels day after day, every day…
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Lunar Samhain
is tomorrow & I had wanted to get a picture of the yellow and brown corn against the blue October sky, because they are only colors that arrive a brief bit and only at this time of year and are full of contrast from the seasonal light. Depths that make my heart naturally cry. Small…
Kel 