Photo Essays, etc.
- Beltane Eve
- Blue River
- Borderlands
- Fairy Pudding
- Fallen
- Fork in the Road
- Great Days
- Keep Going
- Lunar Beltane '06
- More Walkin' With Da Fishes
- My Little Town
- The Old Sea
- Swimming With the Fishes
- White Leaves
Selected Essays
- Bitch Goddess
- Come Away Oh Human Child
- Felled
- Found Constellations
- The Good Wife
- The Great Song
- Head West, Young Woman
- Honey Cookies
- Jaguar/Weeping Woman
- Juvie
- Lifting the Bell Jar
- Mia Amore...
- Odds & Endings
- A Perfect Day
- 13 Suggestions from the Old Mermaids
My Work on Other Websites
- Acting Locally
- Beauty Mark
- Briar Rose
- Communication Breakdown
- Counting on Wildflowers
- Coyote Whispers & Crow
- Have We Come a Long Way?
- Healing the Wounded Wild
- A Hysterical Librarian
- The Irritation
- Let the Wildfires Burn
- Make Love Not War
- Open Letter to a Library Board
- Oh, You Mean Those Immigrants
- Red Rose & Snow White
- Saturday At the Caucus
- War of the Fanatics
- We Are the People
- Wings
Fiction
- Another Country
- Briar Rose
- Carino
- Dragon Pearl
- Foundling
- Solstice Stories
- Journal of Mythic Arts
- Faces of the Fallen
- Iraqi Civilian War Casualties
- Riverbend: Girl Blog from Iraq
- Loo Wit Webcam
- Katrina Help
- August 2003
- September 2003
- October 2003
- November 2003
- December 2003
- January 2004
- February 2004
- March 2004
- April 2004
- May 2004
- June 2004
- July 2004
- August 2004
- September 2004
- October 2004
- November 2004
- December 2004
- January 2005
- February 2005
- March 2005
- April 2005
- May 2005
- June 2005
- July 2005
- August 2005
- September 2005
- October 2005
- November 2005
- December 2005
- January 2006
- February 2006
- March 2006
- April 2006
- May 2006
- June 2006
- July 2006
- August 2006
- September 2006
- October 2006
- November 2006
- December 2006
- January 2007
- February 2007
- March 2007
- April 2007
- May 2007
- June 2007
- July 2007
- August 2007
- September 2007
- October 2007
- November 2007
Misc. Links
Archives
In times of old, The Furies protected Mother Right. If a mother (or any woman) was harmed, The Furies swooped down and took their vengeance. They were one of the last vestiges of a world that existed before the patriarchy. When we feel righteous anger, it is The Furies who are calling out to us to make what is wrong right again.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Sun Shine
Yes, yes, yes, I will, I will, I did, I do. Okay, I can't remember Molly's speech word for word tonight. But let me just say this: The sun came out here today! Oh my word. Bliss, bliss, freaking bliss. It was totally unexpected, and we took advantage of it. I hadn't slept much last night (again, again), so I got out of bed late morning—and then I saw it: Light. No rain.
We drove down the road a piece with the intention of walking up the mountain to visit the Witch of the Mountain. Before we started up the path, I asked for safe passage for Mario and myself. I assured all the Visibles and Invisibles that we intended no harm, and then we started up the mountain path. I immediately started feeling better. Fresh air. Green, green, green, green everywhere. Dripping green, yes, but no rain was falling from the sky. The path was snowy and icy in spots, but we walked up and up and up. In the distance the sun highlighted patches of the forest, making them green-gold. Exquisite. Up at the top, Mario went one way to look down at the river winding toward the ocean. I walked a bit further to the top of the mountain to talk with the Witch of the Mountain. Fog nearly whited out the trees below the talos field. "Top of the world, Ma!" I had the conversation I wanted. I left an offering, and then we went down the path.
Going up, then down, took about two hours. Two blissful hours. Then we went and had dinner at the Blossoming Lotus. We walked over to Powell's afterward and got some books. We picked up a pint of Coconut Bliss and drove home. Once we got in our cozy house, we heated up organic blueberries and raspberries and poured them over the Naked Coconut Bliss. (No sugar, dairy, gluten, or nightshade. Bliss, indeedy.)
Thank you to the Weather spirits for this gift of a day. I hope you all had a good day, too. Now it's time for sleep.
May You Bliss Out in Beauty!All photographs and written material copyright © 2003-2007 by Kim Antieau unless otherwise indicated. May not be used without permission.
We drove down the road a piece with the intention of walking up the mountain to visit the Witch of the Mountain. Before we started up the path, I asked for safe passage for Mario and myself. I assured all the Visibles and Invisibles that we intended no harm, and then we started up the mountain path. I immediately started feeling better. Fresh air. Green, green, green, green everywhere. Dripping green, yes, but no rain was falling from the sky. The path was snowy and icy in spots, but we walked up and up and up. In the distance the sun highlighted patches of the forest, making them green-gold. Exquisite. Up at the top, Mario went one way to look down at the river winding toward the ocean. I walked a bit further to the top of the mountain to talk with the Witch of the Mountain. Fog nearly whited out the trees below the talos field. "Top of the world, Ma!" I had the conversation I wanted. I left an offering, and then we went down the path.
Going up, then down, took about two hours. Two blissful hours. Then we went and had dinner at the Blossoming Lotus. We walked over to Powell's afterward and got some books. We picked up a pint of Coconut Bliss and drove home. Once we got in our cozy house, we heated up organic blueberries and raspberries and poured them over the Naked Coconut Bliss. (No sugar, dairy, gluten, or nightshade. Bliss, indeedy.)
Thank you to the Weather spirits for this gift of a day. I hope you all had a good day, too. Now it's time for sleep.
May You Bliss Out in Beauty!
Labels: nature
0 comments