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Anita
Not nearly as deep in the woods as I'd like to be
Knitter, dollmaker, beader, obsessive reader. Cat wrangler. Maker of small magics. Old enough to know better, but apparently don't.
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Seen in the front yard yesterday . . .
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Not a very good photo, but nonetheless . . . this is the first Monarch I've seen here at this house. When I lived in Asheville, we'd see a dozen or so every fall, but none here until this year.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 13, 2019 at Take Joy!
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In which I dreamt I was a bee . . .
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I dreamt I was a bee, golden brown and shiny-eyed, my wings strong to bring back loads of pollen to the hive for the nourishment of my queen and the younglings to come. My likeness was drawn on the walls... Continue reading
Posted Oct 10, 2019 at Take Joy!
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Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky...
Geese appear high over us, pass, and the sky closes. Abandon, as in love or sleep, holds them to their way, clear in the ancient faith. What we need is here, And we pray, not for new earth or heaven,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 6, 2019 at Take Joy!
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October
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October. Its brilliant festival of dry and moist decay. Its spicy, musky scent. The church's parking lot deserted except for this one witness, myself, just resting there. Somewhere a radio plays Flamenco. A spotlight of sunshine falls on the scattered... Continue reading
Posted Oct 3, 2019 at Take Joy!
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Miscellany
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Journal Quilt, made by me in . . . 2007? • After two days of unremitting pain in lower back, thighs, calves, right ankle, the impending cold front finally showed up; I could walk without pain today! So I went... Continue reading
Posted Sep 27, 2019 at Take Joy!
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Back in the Day . . .
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Eliza, Halloween costume Riley, Halloween costume Eliza, Lion costume for school Eliza is now 18 (or will be, come the end of December) and Riley is 13. All costumes made by me, back before John died and my creative mojo... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2019 at Take Joy!
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This is a Prayer for Mabon; This is a Prayer for Resistance.
. This is a prayer for the Witches’ Thanksgiving. This is a prayer for Resistance. This is a prayer for mead and cider, for cornbread and collards. This is a prayer for Resistance. This is a prayer for visits, for... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2019 at Take Joy!
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No good news today . . .
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Finally got a call from the vet: Beamish has some sort of bacterial infection featuring E coli, boosted by some sort of enzymes I can't remember and probably couldn't pronounce anyway, which makes it highly resistant to inexpensive, run-of-the-mill antibiotics.... Continue reading
Posted Sep 23, 2019 at Take Joy!
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The Mower
The mower stalled, twice; kneeling, I found A hedgehog jammed up against the blades, Killed. It had been in the long grass. I had seen it before, and even fed it, once. Now I had mauled its unobtrusive world Unmendably. Burial was no help: Next morning I got up and... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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Moonflowers
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I planted two vines this spring (bought at Painter's Greenhouse outside Old Fort), and have enjoyed them mightily all summer. I didn't try to save any seeds; instead, I'm waiting to see if new vines come up next year. (Scientific... Continue reading
Posted Sep 22, 2019 at Take Joy!
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Bella and Leo, BFF
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Posted Sep 21, 2019 at Take Joy!
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The Players
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Bjarki is the oldest, at nearly 17. She was given to me because 'she scratched the wall and we can't keep her.' She doesn't scratch the wall here, but with all the cat-induced disorder, who would notice if she did?... Continue reading
Posted Sep 21, 2019 at Take Joy!
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I'm Back! (At least I think I am)
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It's been a long stretch between posts, hasn't it? Since John died, I've taken in my daughter and her family, then we all decided that wasn't such a fine idea after all, so they moved out; sold the old house... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2019 at Take Joy!
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Poem for Mabon
Ephemeral truce. The dark begins its long winning streak. But for now in this disheveled garden a riot of blowsy flowers hangs on like a chorus of aging show girls still with a few good kicks. The air is ripe... Continue reading
Posted Sep 19, 2019 at Take Joy!
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You Can't Have It All
But you can have the fig tree and its fat leaves like clown hands gloved with green. You can have the touch of a single eleven-year-old finger on your cheek, waking you at one a.m. to say the hamster is... Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2019 at Take Joy!
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These shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried...
These shriveled seeds we plant, corn kernel, dried bean, poke into loosened soil, cover over with measured fingertips These T-shirts we fold into perfect white squares These tortillas we slice and fry to crisp strips This rich egg scrambled in a gray clay bowl This bed whose covers I straighten... Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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Prayer After Eating
~ Wendell Berry I have taken in the light that quickened eye and leaf. May my brain be bright with praise of what I eat, in the brief blaze of motion and of thought. May I be worthy of my meat. Continue reading
Posted Aug 27, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of...
From blossoms comes this brown paper bag of peaches we bought from the boy at the bend in the road where we turned toward signs painted Peaches. From laden boughs, from hands, from sweet fellowship in the bins, comes nectar at the roadside, succulent peaches we devour, dusty skin and... Continue reading
Posted Aug 15, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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A MATCH WITH THE MOON
Weary already, weary miles to-night I walked for bed: and so, to get some ease, I dogged the flying moon with similes. And like a wisp she doubled on my sight In ponds; and caught in tree-tops like a kite; And in a globe of film all liquorish Swam full-faced... Continue reading
Posted Aug 2, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread...
Eat and carouse with Bacchus, or munch dry bread with Jesus, but don’t sit down without one of the Gods. – D.H. Lawrence Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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For by my side you put on many wreaths of roses...
For by my side you put on many wreaths of roses and garlands of flowers around your soft neck and with precious and royal perfume you anointed yourself. On soft beds you satisfied your passion. And there was no dance no holy place from which we were absent. –Sappho (trans.... Continue reading
Posted Aug 1, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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My 'red books' were seven of the John Martin books, which had been my mother's in the 30s, came to me in the 50s, were read to my own children in the 70s, and now, much battered and beloved, reside happily on my top bookshelf.
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Let Evening Come
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come.... Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2019 at Take Joy!
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Let Evening Come
Let the light of late afternoon shine through chinks in the barn, moving up the bales as the sun moves down. Let the cricket take up chafing as a woman takes up her needles and her yarn. Let evening come. Let dew collect on the hoe abandoned in long grass.... Continue reading
Posted Jul 14, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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Oak by the Brook
When the great oak fell in the woods the valley shuddered and we felt the aftershock in our feet for weeks. When the great oak fell, fifty families of mice fled, and the pairs of woodpeckers. Nuthatches went into exile, and a hundred thousand insects. The heron and winter’s white... Continue reading
Posted Jul 7, 2019 at Mother Bluejay's Commonplace Book
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