Dancing with the rising moon, bats flit and flurry, loop and swoop, owning the night sky. Now the full harvest moon glides up from behind the ridge, the archetypal smiley face. I will not be alone tonight. I will celebrate my personal harvest, the accomplishments of summer just fading. I will wrap myself in the orange [...]
Continue reading...18. September 2009
In my ongoing mission to name each of the new moons this year, this September lunation I will call Crow Molt Moon. Throughout August and September each year my jolly band of crows gift me with their feathers. I have hundreds of them now and I’m waiting for inspiration to use some of them in some special artwork. But for now, many of them reside in a basket that hangs on the wall of my living room, surrounded by other crow art.
Continue reading...22. June 2009
Oceanspray, an aptly named wild shrub of the Northwest coast, washes across bluffs and woods with its creamy, billowy clusters of flowers. So flagrantly does it bloom, that its stems and leaves nearly disappear, enhancing the impression of wind-tossed spray. At first it blushes along pale pink stems. Then as each floret opens, the stems fade to a mellow white. To discover its fragrance, I must tickle my nose in its gentle midst. It has a delicate scent, like forgotten handkerchiefs found in my grandmother’s dresser drawers, still tinted with her perfume.
Continue reading...6. June 2009
It’s a foggy, gray day, but because tomorrow is the full moon, there’s a minus tide (extra low) which makes for an especially fabulous beach walk. So my trusty dog and I set out this morning to see what we could see that we don’t normally see. It didn’t take long to find something special. I was specifically looking for something to inspire a full moon post, so it was perfect that I encountered a living moon snail. Until now, I have only found the bleached empty shells, never a live one. Though that isn’t exactly true, because last year I brought home a lovely white specimen and left it on my bathroom counter. The next day I was very started to see a hermit crab edging out of it. (I promptly whisked the crab outside and back to the beach!) The living snails are much more colorful and exciting to meet.
Continue reading...24. May 2009
In my corner of the far northwest, there is almost always plenty of water. Here in Washington state, we are famous for the prodigious rain that falls. So it won’t surprise you that most springs our many rivers roar down out of their snow-capped mountains, full, frothy and icy cold. This spring I stood at the edge of such a river, the Dosewallips, which tumbles down from the Olympic Mountains through mixed woods of fir, alder and big leaf maple. I feel the energy, the power generated by the outpouring—even if it isn’t ever transposed into electricity. I attune myself to such life force, such vivacity, and inhale the highly ionized oxygen. Unlike the rhythm of the sea which often relaxes and soothes me, the relentless rushing of this river charges me up, as if I were a battery connected to its current.
Continue reading...8. May 2009
Here in coastal Washington state, wildflowers are popping out daily. This month the full moon blooms in the woods in the form of Palmate Coltsfoot, a disk-shaped white wildflower with pink tinges. I have spent so many hours staring at the full moon orb that I see its shape repeated over and over in nature: snowballs, jingle shells, agates, sand dollars, queen Anne’s lace and on and on. I have imprinted on the moon as if she was my mother, and together we’ve made a neural pathway through my brain. Of course I’ve already told you that I’m a Lunatic.
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3. October 2009
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