Yule time Fire

I enjoyed the company of new parents, young artists at a farewell
get together. We shared midwives and birth stories.
Later a bright open fire and Salmon that had been caught by the men sitting next to me and smoked locally. It was wonderful being welcomed in the home of my babie's catcher.
Bear was pleased.
I felt warmed inside and out.

new moon

New moon is the time to unburden our hearts, to tell our secrets, our faillings. We tell them in the darkness. We tell them to the Darkness. She takes them in, absorbes them, makes manure for the compost so that new things will grow or good things will grow strong.
I was wondering when it would be time to put up the new alter. The new cycle beginning seemed like the right time for a clean slate. I cleared and cleaned the altar space today. Washed the window. Spider is still alive. I disturbed her from her dreamtime. The rotting and rotten apples have moved to the garden under the peonie bush. In minus 26 degree temperatures they'll be preserved untill Spring! The ants will have something to nibble on when they awake from their slumber. Do ants slumber?
Dream catcher hangs where its maker hung it. I burned awarness and sage and healing. I burned black candle to collect and purify negativity, green for love and forgiveness, red for strength and courage. Yule is the time to make magick for children's health.

Sweeping

Brooms are often associated with witches.

Although mine is no besom broom (handel of hazel wood with a head of birch twigs )it has certainly played a role in my art practice in the past. This is the part of the practice that borders between art making and ritual it would seem. It is the tool that allows me to track and trap dustbunnies I've used in artworks. It is the tool oft used to calm and clear my head-- sweaping the slate clean so to speak.
I've discovered that in wiccan ritual a broom can be used to represent the element of air and is used to purify. The priestess sweeps the sacred space in a clock wise motion a few inches above the ground.

Wanning quarter moon

Claire de la Lune called







so i went out to see.

full moon hang over

spiral

I found my way back

eventually.



A friend asked what this season-autumn does for writer's writing and reader's reading...


I am compulsively collecting books and writing snippets like a squirrel with acorns storing them away and hiding them places I'm not sure I'll find them again. A little here and there, playing the odds, so which ever book I open or journal I read I will find something about nature or my babies or magic and these are the things that will fill me up during the long night of winter.

midnight insight

My son's voice woke me
thunder and flashing lightnight (electric weather fronts clashing)
in time to catch the dream
in time to hear the answer to the question
I'd posed Bear the night before.

I am the one who helps find
a way
a part
a solution
a voice
a vocation
a comfort
an ear
time, direction, trust, acceptance, love

that is my purpose
Finding.



Dream
Backwards

Up back thru the scaffolding (daffodils)
Lester is Marjorie as a man he
has bad needs I mean knees.
He gets down on one to help me over
I scold him lovingly

A little girl in a program that we adopt
(adopt a highway)
Tingley and Sheppard tell me about her

Food from the instabank machine
food from the Teller

Warm Tuna or Salmon Salad sandwiches
Some days better than others

Pregnant pause

There is an air of anticipication in the lobby

the parents/chaperones of the large group of school children are milling about awaiting the children, now 20 minutes late.

I await just one. a girl. another 4 months or so...

Inspired lull

Mid-afternoon is dragging.

People, like scallops:

Gold nuggets

in the net of my perception.

Beginnings

Are easy for me. They spring up all around: little green bits poking through.

Censoring mind be still please.

My job is not to judge, just to start.

All afternoon I've heard the mystical flute punctuating the stories told in the first nations gallery.

All afternoon I've hear the bells. From the buoy video. I can picture the waves in my mind.

Up and down.