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First Snow

by Mary Oliver

 

The snow
began here
this morning and all day
continued, its white
rhetoric everywhere
calling us back to why, how,
whence such beauty and what
the meaning; such
an oracular fever! flowing
past windows, an energy it seemed
would never ebb, never settle
less than lovely! and only now,
deep into night,
it has finally ended.
The silence
is immense,
and the heavens still hold
a million candles, nowhere
the familiar things:
stars, the moon,
the darkness we expect
and nightly turn from. Trees
glitter like castles
of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies
heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found –
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.

 

New Moon Blessings, Mamas! What are your goals for this moon cycle? For those of us who practice divination on the new moon, what kind? What did it say? If you do tarot, what spread did you use and what cards did you pull?

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In honor of Brigid this Imbolc, I will try to post a poem for her every day (and invite you all to post poems, too!). Here's todays:

 

Power, by Adrienne Rich

Living in the earth-depositis of our history

Today a backhoe divulged out of a crumbling flank of earth
one bottle amber perfect a hundred-year-old
cure for fever or melancholy a tonic
for living on this earth in the winters of this climate

Today I was reading about Marie Curie:
she must have known she suffered from radiation sickness
her body bombarded for years by the element
she had purified
It seems she denied to the end
the source of the cataracts on her eyes
the cracked and suppurating skin of her finger-ends
till she could no longer hold a test-tube or a pencil

She died a famous woman denying
her wounds
denying
her wounds came from the same source as her power

post #3 of 15
A tiny interjection... got an ultrasound. No HB. Mind if I stick around anyhow?
post #4 of 15
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Johanna - Of course you are welcome. So so sorry for your loss! Wishing you healing during this time.

 

Where are my pagan mamas at? Did I scare you all away? Imbolc's tomorrow. What's everyone doing? Anyone else hit with a snowstorm? We've often had snowstorms on Imbolc...like a reminder of how in my bioregion, Imbolc is not the beginning of spring, but the height of winter.

 

Anyway, onto today's poem. I've chosen "Secret Agent" by Barbara Starrett for today. Enjoy!

Secret Agent

Secret Agent

by Barbara Starrett
 
I am a secret agent
Of the moon
                Ex-centric
                Extra-ordinary
                Extra-sensory
                Extra-terrestrial
Celestial subversive
Con-spiritorial
 Spirita sancta
      Holy
          Holy
              holy
 And then some
  And I have friends.

post #5 of 15
Hi revolting!!! I am here!!!!!! Love the poems so far esp. Secret Agent!!

I pull Goddes Guidance cards on the New Moon. Mine this time were Ishtar (boundaries), Nemetoma (sacred space) and Ostara (fertility). Past, present, future. Interesting as i desperately need to clean my office which isreally supposed to be my sacred space.

I should learn tarot...

Johanna, I am so. unbelievably. sorry. Yes, please stick around!!! Sending you healing energy.

Imbolc...has snuck up on me!! We mayjust celebrate Tuesday when we have the famiky of 3 together. Tomorrow extended fam will be here for SB and Monday night is busy. I usually take dirt from our garden put it in a plastic container. After dinner we write ourintentions on paper and "plant" them in the soil. When we turn the garden in the spring we sprinkle our dirt and seeds in the garden. It's fun.
post #6 of 15
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Just popping in briefly to wish you all a bleesed Imbolc! Here's today's poem:

 

Arrival

By Heidy Steidlmayer

Midwinter, the crows take
their darkness out on day.
A thin rain falls and breaks.
I wonder at the way
 
the oaks unravel here
(and travel word of mouth)
another year.
Not going, I go south.
post #7 of 15

I am here too!

post #8 of 15
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Just passing through to post another poem:

 

Moss-Gathering, by Theodore Roethke

To loosen with all ten fingers held wide and limber
And lift up a patch, dark-green, the kind for lining cemetery baskets,
Thick and cushiony, like an old-fashioned doormat,
The crumbling small hollow sticks on the underside mixed with roots,
And wintergreen berries and leaves still stuck to the top, --
That was moss-gathering.
But something always went out of me when I dug loose those carpets
Of green, or plunged to my elbows in the spongy yellowish moss of the marshes:
And afterwards I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,
As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;
Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,
By pulling off flesh from the living planet;
As if I had commited, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.  

 

We had a lovely Imbolc, and I look forward to hear all about yours!

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Thanks, everyone. The thing is I still feel the baby spirit. Maybe this little one will make it's way back...

I have no traditions quite yet. I'm really enjoying hearing what you all do. I'd like to find some things that resonate with me smile.gif
post #10 of 15
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Johanna - I'm hoping for you that a rainbow will come your way soon!

 

Today's poem:

 

The Glass and the Bowl

by Louise Erdrich

The father pours the milk from his glass
into the cup of the child,
and as the child drinks
the whiteness, opening
her throat to the good taste
eagerly, the father is filled.
He closes the refrigerator
on its light, he walks out
under the bowl of frozen darkness
and nothing seems withheld from him.
Overhead, the burst ropes of stars,
the buckets of craters,
the chaos of heaven, absence
of refuge in the design.
Yet down here, his daughter
in her quilts, under patterns
of diamonds and novas,
full of rich milk,
sleeping.

post #11 of 15

Hey mamas, beltated Imbolc blessings to all of you. I hope you had a lovely celebration and that 2014 is treating you well.  Lovely poems, thank you!  I have really been wishing for some snow, which I'm sure sounds crazy! ha!  But we have not had any more than a few flakes down here in Murfreesboro.  Back home in Louisville they have had tons.  Really, though, at this point, I'm just ready for spring.  Tired of the cold temps and gray gray gray.  Tired of being stuck in the house with the wee ones. We took a walk on Sat. as it was really warm here that day, and I didn't see too many signs of spring yet.  Last year there were quite a few. But it has been way more frigid this year.  

I have kind of had some trouble setting intentions this year, but feel that there will be a positive shift.  Looking forward to doing the treasure map when that time rolls around.  

 

I usually do the new moon Tarot reading from the Gaian Tarot book each cycle and this month it sounds like I'll be facing some old demons, with an ultimate outcome of healing.  Geez, not sure if I have the energy for that! :-P

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Vy: How did your Imbolc go? Did you get around to it yesterday?

Siddal: Good to see you! You can have our snow. It really isn't the kind that's fun...it refuses to stick together. My kids keep on making heaps of snow that they decorate as snowmen, but I'd love to be able to make real snow men, snow forts, snow balls... I've been eyeing the Gaian tarot deck forever!

 

Poem for today:

On Winter's Margin by Mary Oliver
On winter’s margin, see the small birds now
With half-forged memories come flocking home
To gardens famous for their charity.
The green globe’s broken; vines like tangled veins
Hang at the entrance to the silent wood.

With half a loaf, I am the prince of crumbs;
By snow’s down, the birds amassed will sing
Like children for their sire to walk abroad!
But what I love, is the gray stubborn hawk
Who floats alone beyond the frozen vines;
And what I dream of are the patient deer
Who stand on legs like reeds and drink that wind; -

They are what saves the world: who choose to grow
Thin to a starting point beyond this squalor.

 

I think of this poem every time I fill my bird feeders in winter.

post #13 of 15

I am around. I am just busy with the boys and starting up a home business.

 

Leslie

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Home business? Do tell!
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My husband and I are currently making egg free baked goods that taste good. We will be doing cow's milk free soon. I want to branch out into soaps and such once we get some secure revenue coming in.  My eldest son is allergic to cow's milk and my youngest son is allergic to eggs. it is hard in my area to get a great tasting egg or milk free baked good without having to pay an arm and a leg for it.

 

Leslie

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