A Trail Through the Murk
The pleasant shifts in the air I felt a couple weeks ago seem to have fled in recent days. Quite patient until now, today I’m tired of pandemic precautions. Longing for travel. Tired of winter. Maybe I am undone because the vaccine and the increasing sunlight...The Crone and the Master Speak
National events distracted me today from my usual blog subject matter. So I sought guidance from the tarot. Specifically, I wanted to hear from the Tarot of the Crone, because the Crone’s voice feels ancient, female, earthy– a no-nonsense truth-teller. And from...Embracing Solstice
Winter Solstice is tugging at me this year, perhaps because so much of this long year has been about pause, and full of death and the unknown. I yearn for new life. Yet I know that new life takes time to develop, timing that is not in my control. (A warm spring does...A Visual Stroll
I’m feeling tired and oddly amorphous these days. Coherent thought, linear planning—even “soft” planning—is elusive. I’m trying to be patient as I dance with physical challenges and house clearing that feels endless. Yet most of the time I also feel...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,...Share This Post
Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
