It is not that I am somehow unbroken.I have shattered a thousand thousand times,becoming dust, a fine-grained cocoonreshaping the world one tender touch at a time.It is not that I am somehow unwounded.I bear the marks of a thousand thousand hurts,at my center that healing pool, sanctuarybounded by the sharp edges that hold you safe.It … Continue reading Transliteration
I was a bit uncertain when Brighid requested that I record some of our poetry to celebrate Imbolc this year. Still, it is important to give what is asked of us and so I give this to Her, and to you. It contains a thread of poems from what Brighid and I refer to as my "Apprenticeship." Blessed Imbolc.
I have been engaged with Erin Aurelia's Imbolc Advent. As part of that, and as part of my larger work and play in the worlds, I have been germinating the Word I was given last Sunday. Tonight that all wove together, words as container, or perhaps as the wild tendrils which slowly reach from within the seed, seeking light. It holds within it all that has arisen in and been shown to me these last weeks, and these many years of joy in Herself.
As a Brigidine, making this was a small offering to Herself, and to you my community. I am not Irish. The traditions of honoring Brighid are alive and well and deeply meaningful there and I encourage you to access content from those sources. I find they bring me a kind of quiet gladness when I … Continue reading Making a Cros Bríde
Perhaps it is ok for me to be what I am, mixed up and striving, settled into root and soul, unfurling, sometimes frenzied, always profuse.I have so often been given to understand there is something slightly obscene in it, the way I moveand speak and sink back into silence to my own strange rhythms, never … Continue reading Tender Mirror
I feel if I could touch my heart, my hand would come away bleedingA mighty claw hooked free that core of poison given as medicineBy ones who would have loved me if they couldIt did not want to come free so much so that I could not tellWhether I clung to it or it to … Continue reading Ursa Major
Some days I stand empty, silenced save for the ghosts wandering my halls running chill fingers through the dust layering heart and spleen and the edges of my eyelids. Some days it is hard not to linger, listening to the spidery whispers of all my wrongs recited like a litany of healing though the wounds … Continue reading Barrow-wight
I've been thinking a lot about growth and growing in this season of our lives... We are in a time that involves many stressors, adverse conditions that reduce our access to the things that nourish us: relationships, physical contact with other living things/people, genuine leisure time, a sense of basic safety in our environment and … Continue reading On Sinking Back in Service of Flourishing
Ogma, I stand in the warmth of your honey-tongued illumination, seeking skillfulness. May your light wash through me, distilling, that my words may uplift and edify those who hear them.Noble sage, may your wisdom guide me to be a fit champion of the youth entrusting me with the stories of the hearts, adequate to their … Continue reading Prayer a Day- November 30
A prayer to Tulsi,with whom I am coming into relationship:Tulsi, blue-visaged herbmaking sacred the soil in which you root,teach me to consecrate the places I rootthat I and those with whom I share this spacemay flourish.Center of all pilgrimages, growing within yourselfthe sacred stories of all that could ever come to be,inspire in me the … Continue reading Prayer a Day- November 29