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This New Moon at 26° 55′ Capricorn on 16 January 2018, 06:18 PM PST in many ways is the culmination of Capricorn season this year. The Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Saturn and Pluto are all in Capricorn! Cardinal earth completely dominates this New Moon with the only outlier being feisty Uranus in Aries. Don’t discount […]
via New Moon in Capricorn, January 16, 2018 — Libra Seeking Balance
Crimson mittens kept our fingers warm as we marched up the hill in the forrest. Our lunch was still heavy in our systems while we trudged through the snow on the icy path looking for firewood. The night before we had slept at our grandparents’ cabin, full of memories, old books, letters, and games. We sifted through the boxes of photos, finding some that had been taken of our childhood visits. Those black and white images of our grandparents before their hair turned white flooded us with sentimentality.
We sat next to the fireplace telling stories and laughing about our youth until we had consumed all the dry wood. Watching the embers die and darkness descend was like witnessing the energy drained from those gentle ancestors who left us this cabin. They spent their lives in remote isolation, content with nature’s schedule. The grandchildren came for a month every summer, but returned to the city for the rest of the year. Now that they were gone we came out on winter holiday to take care of the place and decide what to do with it. It was the first time we had seen the place in winter. It was the only time we had been there without our grandparents.
We found a few pieces of dry wood tucked into a cranny in the rocks. We carried enough back to the house to make one more fire. This time the stories turned solemn, and spirits joined together in a mutual sadness and loss. We had busy lives, rarely stopping to reflect. None of us gathered our own firewood or even cleaned our own houses in the city. Our family was warmed in the glow of the fire, and let go of the daily grind. We recognized the loss of our grandparents was also the loss of a way of life none of us had embraced. The cabin contained traditions and memories that were melting like the snow, dissolving into the earth. This year the thaw will wash away most of our family’s connection to this place. It is possible to gain a fortune and lose it again many times. Once time is gone, it will never return.
Please join Sue Vincent each Thursday for a photo prompt on her Echo. Read, comment, or write your own story, poem, or essay here. The responses are many and varied.
According to the Farmer’s Almanac, December 3rd’s Full Moon will appear brighter and larger than any Moon this year. It is 2017’s one and only “Supermoon.” This means that the rising of the Full Moon happens at its closest distance to Earth, causing the Moon to appear up to 14 percent larger and 30 percent brighter than usual. So definitely make […]
The ship was grounded on the shoals
The Pilgrims had not yet achieved their goals
The crowd was hungry, tired, depressed and sick
There was no welcoming party with a magic trick
To heal the suffering and recover moral fortitude
All the tribe had to offer was comfort and food
With great trepidation they approached the invaders
Dressed in high hats and collars of religious crusaders
Tom Petty had some final words for his audience in Los Angeles, California as he closed out the last concert of a world tour. “I wanna thank you for 40 years of a really great time,” he said. One week later the rock legend would be dead, after suffering cardiac arrest in the early morning…
via Watch the Final Moments of Tom Petty’s Last Ever Live Show — TIME
Getty Image With rescue efforts still underway in Houston following the city getting hammered by Hurricane Harvey over the weekend, many volunteers have taken it upon themselves to help people trapped in homes or on rooftops, as local authorities are inundated with more rescue requests then they can handle. One such group of volunteers have…
If we were having coffee this weekend in Arizona I would invite you to chill while I serve you iced tea or coffee. Our state has hit the big time in the news this week with our rally in Phoenix and yesterday’s pardon of Joe Arpaio. The pardon was highly symbolic to the people of Arizona, who put up with all the benefits and detriments of living on the border. We know about illegal immigration and dope smuggling at the border because they are the traditional businesses that rely on slack or corrupt law enforcement to thrive. The attention drawn to the Mexican border these days is all about the wall and the people living here without papers. It is rare to hear anything about collaboration with Mexico, although most of the produce we eat comes from there. The border is not a simple issue, and the wall, in any form, will not stop the cartel from serving their customers up here. They catapulted a giant bale of weed into downtown Douglas right after Trump visited his wall in Yuma. You can’t say they don’t have a sense of humor.
This week a giant bale of weed landed in Douglas, AZ, formerly famous for a long running underground tunnel beneath the border. It is impossible to explain to those who have not lived near the border what it is really like. Don’t believe any simplistic explanation of our situation. It is centuries old, and not going anywhere soon.
If we were having coffee or tea I would ask how your life and writing are going. I wish all those in hurricane country an easy time. I hope you will stay dry, and keep all your possessions in tact. I wish our country some kind of respite from all the crazy politics and anger, which do not seem to be diminishing. My poetry and fiction are still kind of depressing, and I think it is all about the current events on my mind. I do find that it is a creative source, but wish the trauma would settle down for a while.
I hope you are feeling productive and pleased with your writing. I appreciate your visit today to our controversial state. If you have written a coffee share post please share it here. Diana at PartTimeMonster hosts the party every week from New Orleans. You can join us by reading, position, or commenting. Thanks for visiting this week.
The dervishes gathered at the grave of the Sufi master
This forbidden practice was a traditional prayer of heretics
The twirling started slowly, accompanied by chanting
Riding on the wind bending the clouds with energy
Changing the relationship to be closer to the beloved
Floating above the dancing figures of their own bodies
They entered a state of pure ecstasy, unbridled delight
Flowed from their fingertips and out of every footstep
Holding the beloved in reverence they let go of all fear
Please join us each week to interpret a photo by Sue Vincent on her blog, the Echo. It is fun to read the different ways writers see the image. Every Thursday we meet, rain or shine. Please read, comment, or submit your own story or poem.
Compassion fatigue is the stress of caring too much… The post Are You Suffering From Compassion Fatigue? Here’s What You Should Do About It appeared first on BayArt.
via Are You Suffering From Compassion Fatigue? Here’s What You Should Do About It — BayArt
Getty Image The Trump administration will not declare a public health emergency related to the opioid epidemic, dismissing the top recommendation his own blue-ribbon commission called for a week ago. The commission argued such a declaration was critical to unlock emergency funding and expand treatment. Health and Human Services Secretary Tom Price said at a…