these cold days in north carolina:
xir, splitting wood with his grandfather
anainn, fearlessly feeding horses
crystalline light of solstice full moon spilling through branches of trees i had forgotten could grow so tall
strange conjoining of memory and reality, past and present, into one very confusing life
extraordinarily painful revelations
deep love from unexpected sources
"you are what makes life worthwhile"
guinea fowl with their strange, panicked call
the crack of splitting ice on a frozen lake
learning not to speak. watching how others live.
blue light travelling from the tips of my fingers through the balls of my feet: lady, lend me strength to be and do all that i might be and do this year
may we all find light in this longest night, and happy solstice to all