I’m in Phoenix, visiting my mother who had chemotherapy yesterday. I flew here last night, and thankfully, there’s wireless service here. Spotty, but working enough for me to occasionally immerse myself in the poetry flowing thru the blogosphere. Last night I read until sleep overtook me. Today, every hour or so I read another two to three poems, marveling at the new sites I’m finding in the process. The poetry is a balm to the ache of this visit. I am so thankful for it. This poetry reading is potent. This poetry reading is healing. Thank you, my fellow bloggers!!!!
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this poetry is healing...
this poetry is..
(in large part)
because of you.
Thank you...heart with you...
We had our Brigid ritual tonight. I think my pledge and my work got started a little early and the ritual was a balm and a kick start all at the same time. It was lovely. The fire was so hot and things in the room started to pop...I think because it's like 0 degrees here. But it burned out soon after that and all was well. Pledges both excite and scare me. Gotta be real about *not really having any idea where this might go*, kinda thing. Which is a little scary, if one is honest. I did ask that this be gentle. I've had enough with the hit me in the face results. Like the next day. So, hoping that works. There were the 3 of us again, although we did advertise it as public. It was 0 degrees outside. And 500 hits on witchvox. So, *they* know we're here. We were back to back with the Druid's ritual, which in Pittsburgh is a problem because no one wants to commit to a path, they just go where they will and sample this and that. How do they figure out what the hell they are doing when they work like that? That would make me nuts. I would never be able to settle to any real work. Oh, I get it. Okay.
Much love and energy headed in your direction, for you and for your mother. I hope she's soon feeling much better, and you're soon back in your own cozy home, surrounded by the people you love most. Take care.
My poem for Brigid can be found here.