No god designed the calendar that moves with us, that breathes with us, inhaling and exhaling years and milestones. We make the days sacred by our own design. We consecrate them with our plans, anoint them with our tears and sing hymns with the peals of our laughter. We nimbly navigate the scaffold of holy … Continue reading Number the Days
Category: Devotional Writings
Return to Center
I miss the sense of you beneath my skin, fur and teeth and tail, speaking with your language braced against my tongue. I pace on pavement, squint my eyes against the sun-- Her Eye peering into mine. Stubbornly I stow Your roads, Mother's fire, the feather, the light of Your heart. I can bear the … Continue reading Return to Center
You've made my radio Your gentle hand again. In my internal vision You are before me, hands in mine, your forehead pressed against mine, my tears streaking your smoke-gray fur. All this hurts so very much, but here You are, and the radio plays Your song. You sing, and I sing with You, and on … Continue reading
Offerings for the Akhu at the Wag Festival
Flesh and blood come carrying your festival, you tired men. Here is your water, here is your bread. We come with the offering of presence, our joy, the words and chatter that filled your homes now a fleeting gift. Moving through your still grey buildings the wind breathes in your silence, we breathe in the … Continue reading Offerings for the Akhu at the Wag Festival
Who Illuminates Our Lands
When we gathered and you came; when you entered in to the room we circled I swear your eyes set upon me, and my heart spilled over with tears of light for you, for you. You came enthroned with your impeccable grace and I reached out, desperate for some spare thread of your luminance. Smiling … Continue reading Who Illuminates Our Lands
Words to a song for Nut.
Hail Mother Nut! Dizzy as you climb so high, fleeing the Earth as Ra's command bids you to rise! Up in the heavens, patient and wise; hail, Mother Nut! Hail Mother Nut! Steadfast looking down on Geb, standing above us, tending to our Blessed Dead. Up in the heavens, constant and kind; hail, Mother Nut! … Continue reading Words to a song for Nut.
Made up a song for my Mom today!
Tonight I led my first ever band concert as MC and director. Normally, I let one of my other teachers do the talking and conducting, and I just support my band. I was very nervous, but I decided to refine a song I had been working on for my Mother on the way there, and … Continue reading Made up a song for my Mom today!
