Having endured the darkest winter days, most humans possess an inner longing to celebrate Earth’s turning toward spring. Historically, Irish people have celebrated the quarter year at Imbolc on February first/second. It was, and still is, a celebration of the diminishing of winter’s powers, often associated with Cailleach, the...
Read moreDirty Dishes Sometimes the gunky cheese board and oily salad bowl [can] remain in the sink alongside the soaking fry pan because a wild dream-filled sleep seems the better devotion. Sometimes the empty quiche plate and crumb-filled cutting board [can] join the pile because a breakfast picnic of...
Read moreStorm Dark clouds kiss the sky, lay themselves down like a vixen waiting to be ravaged. Winds aloft are warm like breath, but here where I stand, it’s frozen. Tiny, iced ball-bearings pelt the earth and leave striations of white against my window. Who gives a storm a name...
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