DARK MOONFebruary 9, 2024 Summer 2020 She wishes the brushes were badger claws. Digging, digging, gouging beneath earth of her skin. Burrowing, flinging the protections, the walls out with her hind feet. Badgers get at the truth of a thing, down to the bone. She is hollowed out in a way she has not known…Continue readingWoman and the Badger
Category: Paintings
The Moon’s Cycle is deeply tied to the flow and ebb of our Mother Ocean, Women’s physical and emotional tides and our most ancient spiritual rites throughout the world. Whether science confirms this relationship or not, the Moon has moved us to create the magic of poetry, art, story, and spiritual practices throughout history, in every ancient culture. And in many places is celebrated still.
I chose to publish these piece at the Dark and Full Moons, in honor of this relationship and in memory of our rich gatherings here on Women’s Temple land for many years, honoring womanhood and the Holy Moon cycles. The cycles of waxing to fullness and waning to turning inward, to releasing.
August 27th falls on the Dark of the Moon also marking my mother’s birthday, Miriam Carson Jamieson. In her Elder years, she wrote, that “the most important thing in life is the mystical.” Astonished, these words were gifted to me just after her death. I was thirty-nine years old and they opened the door to find my way into the Mystical realm that has always called me. It seems only natural that the first sharing from Abiding, At The Edge of the Mystery falls on her birthday.
FULL MOONOctober 28, 2023 This is a different kind of dark. The color of cycles, the Great Holy Wheel turning. The one who paints, the one who grieves, together bundle up in thick sweaters against the coming cold. In the dusky light, they climb the hill together. One, the eye of beauty, the other, the…Continue readingSelf Portrait #2
FULL MOONSeptember 30, 2023 August 2020 The painter sits before the canvas, listening to the woman who grieves, who is silent, who is voiceless, thoughtless. Wandering the barrenness of her life, sifting among the wreckage, seeking remnants, talismans of who she was. And is no more. A dissonant note streams from the belly of homesickness,…Continue readingNo Self, Portrait
NEW MOONSeptember 15, 2023 September 16, 2016 Before you died When you died, the light went out and I stayed there with you in the dark. Laying in the stone basin, I curled my body around your ashes. You were waiting, and I was keeping a vigil in the dark space, in the dark stone…Continue readingCarrying My Dead – New Grange
Full MoonAugust 1, 2023 She dreamed that his grand piano, moved by an unseen hand, rolled onto the lawn with a price tag on it. She wonders if he wants her to sell the piano, a source of pain and longing for the animal of his body to touch the keys, until he and piano…Continue readingThe Piano
FULL MOON December 7, 2022 TERRORContinue readingNo Skin
Dark Moon – December 23, 2022May 2019 Anticipating company, the relief of losing herself to the painting, and chocolate, she makes her way through the fog in her mind, the pain in her heart to the painting studio. This is where the one who paints and the one who grieves, like the miracle of cell…Continue readingImplacable Wheel
FULL MOON December 7, 2022 TERRORContinue readingNo Skin
Dark Moon – November 23, 2022 April 2019 Looking down at the white thick paper, the woman who paints darkness lays down Mars black, and rolls it, then more and more until the paper has absorbed all the light into itself as if it had always been this dark ready for whatever life brings. The…Continue readingBridging the Abyss
Full Moon, November 8, 2022 March 2019 “When we connect with guidance inside – the great force of our own psyche means to place Her paw on our shadows. Shadows – our intrinsic nature.” Clarissa Pinkola Estes The painter sits before the blank white paper, thick and inviting. She listens. The grieving woman murmurs –…Continue readingSoul Weaver