Poetry & Music – Musings from the Trail

November 14, 2024November 15, 2024

Earthy Full Moon

Photo by Gavin Mackintosh South Molton, United Kingdom

Full moon in earthy Taurus and things are crazy! Everything is stirred up and nothing is as it seems.

Ground, ground, ground.
Get outside and walk, sit or lie on the Earth.
Breathe and ground.

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And the bees have a message for us:

Hush now. The wounds run deep,
but the bees are full of knowing.

They know the hive of your heart,
each crooked curled chamber
each hopeful hidden curve,
each darkened holding cell.

They have come with wings and song and pollen.
They have come to harvest each mistake
each broken vessel, to touch the jagged edges
of betrayal and lost chances,
to collect your failures one by one,
making honey from the bitter
making music in the void
making wings where there were wounds.

Hush now. Sleep well.
The night is alive with forgiveness
and your heart is a hive
made for honey made for love.

~Angi Sullins

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October 17, 2024

Potent Full Moon in Aries

I went out into the dark,
the night was soft and full of its usual wonders,
but tonight, I wanted the Moon.

I raised my hand,
thinking I could hold its silver light,
thinking I could keep it close.

But it slipped away, as all wild things do,
leaving only its quiet glow on my palm—
a reminder that some gifts
are not for taking.

Still, I stood in its light,
content to listen,
to feel the world turning,
and to understand
that some beauty is meant only
to guide us home.

~Rivers in the Ocean on FB
Catching the Moon

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Photo by NancyL

September 6, 2024September 5, 2024

You Are A Living Offering

go now with sage in your heart
let your very breath be the smudge stick
that cleanses every dark thought
every shame, every harsh circumstance

you are sweetgrass and pollen
rose hips and hollyhock
a living offering to She who walks
the earth through you

She who stands in the center
of your labyrinth soul
burn hot breathe deep
and become the incense of wild woman
smoke rising from your fingertips
to bless everything you touch

~Angi Sullins
@angisullins

Artist unknown

August 29, 2024September 5, 2024

On A Clear Day

The way the field
holds the shadow of the cottonwood,
this is how life holds me.

Holds me, no matter my shape.
Holds me with no effort.
Holds my darkness and knows it

as weightless, as transient,
as something that will shift,
disappear, return, and shift again.

It never says no to me.
I am still learning to trust life, to trust
no matter how I show up, I will be held.

Trust that my life is not a problem.
Trust that as much as I am the shadow,
I am also the field.

~Rosemary Wahtola Trommer

Photo by NancyL

August 17, 2024August 14, 2024

The Truth of You

“You are a story the
ocean is telling
the sky

the stars speak your name
the moon sings
in your veins
the selkies who swim
through harbor and lagoon
remember you
with liquid eyes

come home
to the timeless tide
to the truth of you
hidden like witchlight
under your skin
come home to your
true story
the one hidden like
sunken treasure
beneath
who you think you are
and who the world
told you
you could be

daughter
mother
sister
wife
worker
healer
helper
friend

you are more than
the roles you play
for others
and the ones you try on
for yourself
you are more than
your fear
more than your
longing
circumstances
and pain

come away
from the harsh
dry land of limitation
move away
from the shoreline
of approval
the sharp rocks of fitting in
will only bruise your
luminous skin

lay down
all you think you know
abandon
that habit of smallness
relinquish
the sting of bigness
let what is unworthy
drift out from you

feel

allow the waves
of possibility
to cradle your
soul-drenched heart

float

on the current of ancestors
those who burned and bled
who gave all so you
could embody
what they could not
so that you could become

spread your arms wide
like hope
and your legs wild
like abandon
feel your spine loosen
with silk and
starlight

you belong to She who holds
the deep in her lap
She is not afraid of the dark

She is the dark

and you are
the pearl
she is crafting
from chaos and crisis
look at you shine
every bit of you
treasure”

~Angi Sullins
WITCHLIGHT album

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Art: The Energy of Me
by Nancy Lankston