Fruit and Death

Autumn Haiku  Sprawled on sunny ground Crunchy leaves and dusty grass Scent of fruit and death  AEP 10/9/20 Fruit and death. The scent of autumn, and what comes to mind as I clear out the house we’ve lived in for nearly 30 years. Finding things long forgotten,...

Regarding Baskets

“I was told there would be a handbasket.” This meme, popping up everywhere it seems, made me chuckle when I first read it weeks ago. Yet lately it hasn’t seemed so funny. Looking at photos and videos from California, Oregon and Washington have more literally brought...

Advice from the Cards

Seldom is tarot a subject of this blog, but today, as we enter our third month of pandemic, I felt it was time to find out what advice the tarot has for us right now. So I composed questions, opened my intuitive doorway, and let my hand choose cards from within my...

A Question to Ponder on Earth Day in a Pandemic

A Sign (a poem by Connie Wanek)   At the March for Science on Earth Day, 2017   What did it say?” God asked.   Well, first I should describe the day,” Mrs. God replied. “It reminded me of creation, an early tender morning, pure light, the air thin, and...

Deep Rest

Still resting in the pause of the sun, the eclipse of the new moon, listening to the stars sing in the dark… What is singing to you now? Where is stillness waiting for you? I’d love to hear.   (click on the picture for a sharper view)...

Respite from the Mind

I’ve just returned home from several enchanted days on Lake Superior. My greedy mind — muted for awhile by movement, story, song, beauty, affection, and silence — now wants to read mail, catch up on national news, make necessary appointments, resume tasks set...