Harvest

The wheel of the year passed Autumnal Equinox again! The delicious, golden sunlight is like nectar on my skin...My daughter and I got out into that light yesterday (day 5 of my bleeding) and sat beside a butterfly garden, blossoms laden with Monarch Butterflies. You may think you know butterflies, you may think you love butterflies, or you may even admit that you are jaded and that their weightless, soaring antics do not move you. But yesterday was the Most Amazing Day of Days of the Butterflies (as named by me) and I sat very quietly in the grass watching blossoms laden with flickering orange wings. I consciously let go into the end of the bleeding time when my dreams change, the fog lifts, and the pain drifts away. There is a great deal to harvest....

Just before your next moontime, read poetry please. Read Louise Gluck. Then e mail me and tell me about the dark, impossibly beautiful things it stirred up.

Happy Fall!