What does being a Druid look like on a random Monday morning?
I didn't have plans to write much of anything today (and I almost didn't!) but then I hit a pocket of pain in an otherwise awesome day, and it occurred to me that for many of us, the holidays are like that. Some of us are missing people in our lives, and the holidays seem … Continue reading Mel’s Monday Musings: December 24, 2018
Where "compassion requires action" came from...
Welcome to my "virtual front porch," y'all.
(a sneak peek from my upcoming -- though probably delayed past my original date; still hopefully by year's end! -- second poetry collection...all rights mine, etc.) "Samhain" When they ask me why -- Why I stand at the Veil, Why I wait, listening, soul-stretched, The first fervent words burn my tongue And are swallowed, Word-runes … Continue reading Samhain Snippet
[Note: if you aren't Pagan, you may find this one a bit "out-there." Comments are moderated.] I like Lughnasadh a lot. The harvest festival reminds me that we are firmly in the waning half of the year, which is my soul's joy for many reasons (weather, at least eventually, definitely among them!). It heralds the … Continue reading Lughnasadh 2017: Burned Fields and a Waterfall
Where's this thing going, anyway?
What are you up to these days, Mel? You sure aren't writing much. Au contraire, mes amis...I have so many projects (writing and otherwise) in the works right now that I'm finding it difficult to post as often as I'd like to for this blog. Works-in-progress at this time (not a complete list): -My second … Continue reading These Days
(Warning: graphic image below -- visible blood in medical tubing, iodine, etc. ...It doesn't bother me, but some people might not want to look.) It's February 14th. I'm not going to rehash my story (find it here if you're curious) but it's important to me that I mark this day. Eight years ago, I came … Continue reading Not an Obligation to Me
I used to think that being isolated from the world at large would be terrible. I have come to that turning point when I most often crave less interaction, fewer headlines (and less blood boiling all around), not more. I kinda had that pegged for age 65ish, not 33. Huh. And yet...responding less, speaking out … Continue reading Advancing on the Tide (from the FB files)