Friday, March 29, 2013

honoring all of it

We're still in the energy of the Full Moon of Spring dedicated to the spirit that rises
(Josseph the Starwatcher, Taos, NM)

pale sun & music
Things feel calm, suspended in this moment between seasons as the air warms up and there are cheerful bird calls each new day. At this very moment as I write, a meadowlark calls out from a fencepost a few acres away, an owl hoots in a tree somewhere (I've never ever seen it), and red headed finches are in the seed bowl trilling melodically. Temps in the 60s yesterday, expected warmer later today. This morning the sun faced the moon ~ due east and west of each other the rise and fall simultaneous.

the hot sun
Today is the third anniversary of my dear friend Gayle's death. It is a date I will never forget ~ or the Full Moon of that night in an indigo sky and the mysterious sound of drumming that rose with it even as her soul rose. The time between seasons that year was more dramatic than now. It was a long, bitter, unrelenting winter and the earth was still frozen with snow, ice and mud into early April, but that one night the air had the scent of spring in it and a touch of something different.
car slips in icey mud
driving from her house
robin saguinely calls
from bare rose bush
       ~ foolish bird!

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