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It is now that the hydrangeas b2ap3_thumbnail_meditation-goddess-with-raspberries.jpg

are in bloom, 

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, Great stuff as always! Your words bring back so many memories of summers past. The hydrangeas and milkweed aren't quite
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    Thank you! Curiously, there are actually no watermelons growing nearby either so we don't understand what it is that we actually s

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As we drive, I say:
look there are
three turkeys,b2ap3_thumbnail_ooak-goddess-in-the-dandelions.jpg
there is a carpet of violets
on that hill,
two geese high in the sky.
There is that tree
that looks like a bear
and a water turtle
crossing the road,
a crow,
a vulture.
Oh, look,
there are lilacs
another crow in the grass,
an apple tree in bloom,
a squirrel’s nest
and then another one.
I see a broad tailed hawk
swooping
into the tree,
the spicebush is in bloom
and there are two cardinals
on the wire
while bright plumes
of wild mustard
rise like yellow starbursts
from the grass.
There are two baby goats,
soft gray like the breast
of a pigeon
and some long-horned cattle
in the field.
Look, now,
there are more lilacs
and we are almost home.

 

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, Great as always. Spring is such a great time.
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    thank you! Spring is my favorite.

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Sometimes we sink back
and root deep,b2ap3_thumbnail_IMG_6160.PNG
drawing up nourishment
from cool, dark places
and eternal mysteries.
Sometimes we send out
tender shoots
of possibility
tasting the air cautiously,
checking to see
if it is safe to grow.
Sometimes we crack open
with abandon,
casting off our limits
and our caution
and pushing forward with intention,
determined and strong.
Sometimes we rise up
riotous and wild
aching with the fullness to bloom.
Always we are held
on solid ground,
even when we feel lost
and uncertain,
or ferocious and powerful.
Always we are cradled
on a rich and whirling Earth,
the sky above our
bright and bounteous forms.

 

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I carried lemon balmb2ap3_thumbnail_persephone-mandala.jpg

and sweet almond oil with me

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The Seasons of the Minoan Calendar

In Ariadne's Tribe, we developed our sacred calendar one bit at a time over the course of several years, relying on a combination of archaeology, comparative mythology, dance ethnology, and shared gnosis to collect up and organize the festivals. But now that it's a living, functioning thing that we've worked in sync with for a while, something interesting has happened.

We've come to know the seasons of ancient Crete.

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Sometimes the best rituals b2ap3_thumbnail_ooak-goddess-with-mushrooms-on-fallen-tree.jpg
are those we cannot plan,
requiring only pine needles and wind,
open eyes
and a long, slow-sinking sun
settling gently into shadows.
Sometimes the best magic
of all is made with
what is exactly right now,
bluestem grass and gray feathers,
raccoon footsteps
between the trees,
laughter and joined hands,
a faith in the cycles of retreat
and renewal.
This is what we are here for,
days like these.

 

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Here we are in this liminal space
in which old chapters close b2ap3_thumbnail_solstice-crone-on-the-stones.jpg
and things are laid aside,
set down,
put to rest.
We exhale into the stillness,
into the waiting time
between times
So, too, we may feel
newness and promise
coiled and pulsing,
sometimes whispering,
sometimes shouting,
sometimes singing
of the new and beautiful,
the exciting and inspiring.
May we have the courage
to sit between these two calls
listening.
May we allow ourselves
to settle for a spell
right here
between the tight and tender.
May we know both brave action
and brave stillness
as we allow the old and new
to steep together
in peace and trust
inside the crucible of change. 

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, That was beautiful. Thank you for capturing the essence of the in-between of lived experience. Some events in our lives s
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    You're welcome! Thanks for reading.

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