Drought

I have just returned from a deeply beautiful trip to climb and explore Mt. Eddy and her glory with nine women who connected quickly and meaningfully. The reason for the trip was that I had done it almost exactly two years ago and it was overwhelmingly hauntingly delicious. There was so much difference between the two, each beautiful in their own ways

Comparing photos from both trips makes enormously clear the relative depth of our drought and I believe that the earlier trip was also under drought conditions. We celebrated solstice, joyfully, when we were there, and I had done a writing just prior to going. It seems to fit.

                   Solstice 2021

June 2019

Weary mother spins and rolls abused corpus 

through unending black night. 

Gnawed and siphoned of living juices, 

poisoned, pummeled, and trashed 

she shines her loving beacon lit by starfire of mercy. 

Aged queen worn by duty,  

robed in seasonal grandeur, 

June 2021

she heaves the weight of trial and mishap, 

glory of tribulation, with earned dignity. 

Marking no celebration of celestial circumstance

she bears witness with silent sigh 

and shakes loose crusted sentiment 

with vibrating Love.