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Sitting at an Altar, Sometime Between Night and Morning
In my personal calendar, this is the last day of the old…
View ArticleSitting with The Boss–not Bruce
We’re planning and plotting for a whole new world. Gulp.
View ArticleCrispy Morning, No Quince Blossoms
Winter weather finally arrived here in the southern highlands. The quince bush…
View ArticleImbolc and Candlemas and the Too-Early Promise of a Too-Soon Spring
We only got cold weather a few days ago. Until then it…
View ArticleGreeting the Moon as She Rises
Tonight the Alewives had our usual Wednesday gathering. As I went to…
View ArticleLillian’s Face
Lillian was my great-grandmother on my mother’s side. She moved from Haywood…
View ArticleThree Tricksters and the Current Apocalypse
I was blessed to travel to Pantheacon with two good friends. We…
View ArticleTravelling Pants
My month-long sojourn to Britain begins this week. I’ll do some blogging…
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