Monday, December 12, 2011

a short ode to imagination, sunlight and ices

the wild, unruly hair of an elven queen
always stuck with mosses and bit of leaf


unpretentious, with a smile always playing on her lips
she is both mirthful and wise
sunlit jewels are caught in her hair, as well,  like snow

when the sun shines and we stand near her just right, we know why we listen to her advice

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Moonrise/Sunset

 Moonrise over our farm
the Lady Awakens

 Sunset beyond our farm
the Lord Sleeps

This sunset makes me long to open our Winter Solstice Wish Box we made last year...
my kids have already been asking when we can see how our wishes came out, and when can we make new ones? Hooray for wishes and dreams that we hold together as a family.
My life is as stark as the trees and hills and as soft as the plums and peaches and indigos in the sky.

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I have this urge to write today: I am home, I am home, I am home.
And in my home I am all that I believe I can be, with all the failings and misgivings and needs for improvement, I accept me as all I can be. I'm doing my best for everyone, knowing it is not, will not ever, be everything for them, but even in my failings, perhaps I teach my children something: that we are not everything, but we can always try.

Saturday, December 03, 2011

a new magic


the hours are beautifully brittle
great golden days turned sharp,  ice-white
like october's flowers suddenly waking in december
hoary and hanging tightly to themselves

I am there

my heart is the drooping head
of a sunflower in winter
when the great turning has slowed
morning is languid,  through a veil

I am there

dawn's burnished fingers touching seeds
each one, a thousand thousand,
before stepping over hills so slowly
suddenly and forever before me
is lightness

I am there

~Katie Estvold~