Threading the Grid
I make these lists year by year of the lessons I’ve learned and the truths that I’ve found. I make them in order to track my age and forge an alliance with myself. This little annual inventory is taken from my blog, Dearbird at 38. Looking back at it now, it rings true for 40… Continue reading 40 for 40
The art of the soundless is shining.A beam of the ancient is calling.The ground below is grumbling.We were lost before.We are found now.
As I venture deeper and deeper into the vast and complicated world of the cosmos, I become undeniably convinced that true astrology at its best is not fortune telling. It's pattern recognition. It builds the bridge between myth, emotion, and mind. Then it asks us to courageously cross it. Who among us would willingly grace… Continue reading The art of Astrology
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The first time she killed something, it hurt. A single ax isa tool of reckoning. She was to small to handle it but the fire was hungry and she was alone. Her tiny hands gripped the beast. She swung the weapon hard. Over and over again. Dizzy and defeated, Mora fell to the ground in… Continue reading Mora’s Wood
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When he told her she would die alone
I was in Egypt and you were hopping a bus.I was stranded there.With you and without you. I know why now. When we shed,our transgressions go too. Twin fires burn under the same moon.
Stitchteller's Keep 
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