I started a new blog!

I've moved over to http://fernunfurled.wordpress.com/

Lenten season

Lent has traditionally been one of my favourite times in the Christian calendar, but this year, I find myself going through the motions. Rather than allowing time carved out of my busy schedule, I've been skipping steps and just hoping to get to the end of my papers before I run out of words and breath.

It's Palm Sunday today.

A day of new hope and deep sadness. (but mostly hope and mostly sadness)

The snow is melting, but I still feel its weight.

And it is Advent

I am waiting. so much in my life makes me anxious and I sometimes wonder if right on the other side of that is joy.

This needs a different title, any ideas?

Oh, Baba Yaga I love you

Chicken bone magic

Hidden hut in the forest

Grandmother Monster

Beware women who

walk in forests unafraid.

Advent Meditation: a ghazal

purposeful silence awaiting night

candles lit, gyring, spiralling light

small starts, specks of dust and breath misty

Mother Mary’s womb creating light

walking between faewilds and Christ

closest to God in the witching light

proclaim, proclaim, proclaim! come in

stillness, memory-carrying light

anxiety, embodied litany

catharsis, release, outpouring, light

Letting go

I am finishing a ten day cleanse today. It feels like a great accomplishment, and at the same time just the first step. I've been trying to let go of the idea that my body is something to be feared and to be more holistic in my approach to my body. By that I mean that my self is made up of both body and mind, and I'm working towards recognising that and living as though that were true.

bad poetry of sadness

Some days I cry easy and some days it's all I do,
but then there are dry weeks and months
all the sadness burns my throat, a desert
of tears.

Some weeks I drown
Some weeks I perish

Some weeks I am joyful.

In which I am distracted, or, writing a paper is like praying, kinda. Maybe I should just dance.

Dancing is most like praying, right?

Unless it is urgent, I get distracted. Even sometimes when it is.

on disconnecting

I feel the loss
of facebook less
than twitter

I want the quick and easy
expressivity.

Especially when attempting
to express grand
philosophical
ideas in a tiny format.

Palm Sunday Reflections

There is something so lovely about light

something unphotographable

so unwordable

something about the Word

made flesh

made light

and life

I will mark ash

I will wave palms

I will rejoice

that he is triumphant

that he is risen

that he will come

again

and I remember

whenever the light is lovely.