A Resh K'eljesh member.
Masterfully captured by my friend/charge/muse Z.
Lady, slow down!
It is January... so many plans, so much to do on my Huge-Ass-List.
But it is a sprawling splatter of creativity & that pleases me.
It is the Bliss of the Create-Thing.
It is a Winter Thing.
If it is possible to suffer from excessive inspiration, this may be my affliction.
As I return to my journal Word-Place here in the ether, I see that I have missed many messages from my people. For this I am very sorry. I seem not to have received any notifications. Can we just blame it on Mercury Retrograde?
In this current create-phase, I find myself a little without words. So maybe just pictures this time:
|Luna, my ever-muse.|
|Sophia, #89. A recent muse.|
|Charging a project.|
|A finished project. Sort of.|
|An old friend who assists with many projects.|
Curiously marked by the Moon.
|Project in progress. Many layers, years to come.|
|Learning, feeding, growing from tenuous dynamics.|
|Project in progress.|
|Needful things for tricky business.|
|Project-vision born from necessity.|
And of course, the POETRY.
This Esbat, I take a piece published in Poetry Magazine in December, 1992. Written by poet May Sarton, I think it says it all:
|"Bliss" by May Sarton as published in the|
December 1992 edition of Poetry Magazine.
Blessings to you this Esbat, my friends.