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First and Forest

November 11, 2017 in Book Matters, Cat Lady Matters, City Matters, Country Matters, Essays, Ruby Intuition, Snapshot, Spirit Matters

When I first came to Truro, it was only to be for a month. I had put the word out among my extended circle that I was looking to live in rural New England in September, and had rolled my eyes as I’d done so. Who’d be willing to lend me their empty house wily-nily for four weeks?

I had gall.

But as is often the case when change is necessary, that gall paid off. A friend from high school—someone I liked but had never known well—got in touch through Facebook, and next thing I knew Grace and I were hurtling to Truro in a car full of cat food, thin cotton dresses, and platform shoes.

That’s who I was on September 7. Tired eyes, disappointed smiles, trailing glamour like yesterday’s big idea. Grief-stricken about the hateful ignorance validated by the Trussian Oligarchy. Grief-stricken about who I no longer was. Continue Reading →

Saving Light

November 5, 2017 in Country Matters, Spirit Matters

I was already sad due to o, o lord, another set of shootings and the departure of my g-dfamily after a lovely few days with them in Truro. But the daylight savings blues made this a truly melancholy twilight. I walked for hours in the woods and on the beaches of Wellfleet’s Great Islands Trail, and the sorrow walked right along with me. For once, my Mrs. Who shtetl chic didn’t shake me out of my despair, nor did the rusts, ambers, olives, and turquoises of the high grasses, dune trees, and sea crests as I trudged and trudged. Even the kindly couple whom I befriended on the trail–white-haired, bright-eyed–didn’t change this grey to gold; rather, we shared the rueful sweetness I remember from waiting for seemingly forever at very cold bus stations in the Boston winters of my adolescence. I’ve never been more struck by the wisdom of December’s festivals of lights. Surely we Americans need something to look forward to in the long dark nights to come.

Space Crone Mermaid Vs Full Taurus Moon

November 4, 2017 in Astro Matters, Cat Lady Matters, Spirit Matters

Sirenaders, here was my full moon night: I scrubbed and shined and vaccumed the whole house because no one likes a spotless hearth like a Taurus moon and because godfamily is rolling into town and why not make them as welcome as humanly possible? Then I’d thought I’d set the alarm for the automatic drip but set it to brew instead, which meant I had to pour a full carafe into a thermos and set up the coffeemker once again because God forbid I start tomorrow without freshfreshfresh coffee. Then I couldn’t find my boots anywhere and finally went outside to discover they were flung outside my car’s drivers seat door, which also had been flung open all day. “OKAY, full moon,” I said. “I get it. YOU BAR BUSINESS AS USUAL.” In one fluid motion, I stepped into my boots and car, and drove, high beams glaring, Coffee FM* blaring, down the winding, unlit road to the beach. To lean in rather than lean out. To do what I might never get to do again. To pay homage to the beaver moon’s stop-everything-and let-it-go-let-it-go bewitchery right alongside the tide it was changing. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
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