This new moon and personal circumstances have found me feeling frustrated, trapped, panicked by the passing of their childhoods, and altogether ungrounded. Today the forest and all things green and smelling of early autumn called to me. But my family had other plans. Seizing the last of the warm summer weather, we headed to the beach, fish and chips in hand (my first takeaway). We got battered by the rolling break, gritty and salty. But we got grounded. Seems the…
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Betwixt: A Portrait of Family Life in Between
Read moreMaturing Spring, waiting to accomplish Summer. One boy halfway between four and fourteen. A cosy spot, between the outdoors and the in; Halfway out the window, halfway in the green. One on his job, one hard at play. Both learning, brains working, toe to toe. Safety and freedom by staying constrained. Life crystallised and basic, Feelings numb betwixt extremes.
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Samhain
Read moreBelated Samhain blessings to you and your kin. For a thin veil, that space between the living and deceased has sure felt tangible this week. It has felt odd to not be producing a flower arrangement for a funeral: my grandmothers died one year and two years ago, both at this time of year. The sense of loss from their passing has surprised me, and become familiar. I hope we have many more years of marking Samhain with fire, and…
