Day ? of the plague. It’s been a while. A long while. What have I been doing? Well, it’s been a slog and a trudge and a period of toil, just to keep my head above water. Has it felt like that for you as well? Even so, I have tried to keep writing and…

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Day ? of the pandemic. The storms roll in, tornado warnings and flooding, devastation for so many in the south, although you’d think plagues would be enough, and everyone pitches in to help, even so. And when the storms rolled out, the sun returned, the grass was crystal-speckled and the air smelled of grass and…

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Day ? of the plague. It’s Easter, even so. The Child of Light returns, in spite of everything. At the end of my street, a lone woman rings a big brass bell at the end of her driveway, to mark the moment, not forgetting, even so. The symbol of the promise that we will die…

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Day ? of the plague. In spite of everything, hearing Randy Rainbow sing Tom Waits’ Martha on “Better Things” makes me sob and nearly burst with love. My elderly neighbor makes signs of encouragement and hope, even so. In spite of everything, a bowl of really delicious chicken soup is pure comfort. News comes of more…

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What has this #? day in the plague brought? In spite of everything, the dew on the grass this morning was cool as riverwater on my feet. The crows yakked at me from the branches of the hemlock, and I yakked back, even so. In spite of everything, two friends recovered from this… I made…

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Second day, or maybe the 15th, in the middle (or beginning) of this thing, whatever it is. In spite of everything, the fish in the pond jumped high for no reason at all, except joy. I stretched my body, yoga-style, which I haven’t done in a long time, even so. In spite of everything, two…

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So here we are, in turbulent seas and howling winds. So here we are, in a pandemic. What to do with our fragile selves, our fragile hearts? Where do we put our fears? This first: look at the person next to you (animal or human) and say thank you for not fleeing. Tell your neighbor:…

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According to the calendar, tomorrow is Samhain/Halloween, but for me, this is the day. Why? Because I woke up with my head filled with the flames of my ancestors, some of whom I know, and a few I don’t. (Calendars are odd. So man-made, regardless of the energies that manifest. ) There are different names…

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I’m not sure many people are going to identify with this, but I lost a friend today. Not a human friend. Not even a mammal friend… but a little snake. He felt masculine to me, and so I named him Otisssss. He lived in and around our pond for five years and I came to…

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Sometimes one says the review’s so good one could have written it oneself. In this case, I don’t think I could have. I suspect Ms. McCauley has been wandering around my head while I sleep. Lauren B. Davis’ The Grimoire of Kensington Market Reviewed by Marcie McCauley   Wolsak & Wynn, 2018 Dear Reader: a book…

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