I am struck by the simplicity of light in the atmosphere in the autumn,
as if the earth absorbed none,
and out of this profusion of dazzling light came the autumnal tints.
~Henry David Thoreau
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Friends of Padre Steve’s World, COVID-19 Winter is here. The past month was brutal. Between 14 October and 13 November the United States went from …
Today’s sonnet is from The Reality Street Book of Sonnets, edited by Jeff Hilson.
Reading the sonnets in this book is like listening to bebop jazz when the only music you’ve heard your entire life has been Beethoven & Bach. I’ll be honest with you, I’m hard pressed to call some of these poems “sonnets” but who cares? They’re great poems, no matter what they’re called.
This is #20 from “The Unfollowing” by Lyn Hejinian. It’s on page 82.
References
Hejinian, Lyn. “20 from ‘The Unfollowing'”. The Reality Street Book of Sonnets. Edited by Jeff Hilson. Hastings, East Sussex: Reality Street Publishing, 2008.
Her time of year
Hecate: Goddess of Earth, Sea and Sky. Queen of the Witches, Goddess of the Crossroads, Lady of Torches who lights our way as we travel the roads between the light and the dark – sometimes She has one face, sometimes three. She is called both a sorceress and the Holder of the Keys – but to what? And how do Her rites and rituals catalyse our own unlocking of the magics within us?
To the ancients, the fall was a time sacred to the goddess Hecate, also known as Dadouchos (She of the Three Ways) and Phosphorous (Light bearer, torch bearer).
She is awakening magic and the dreams that whisper our secret desires in the night. Hers were the in-between places, the places of choice, Crossroads. Hers were long nights and the sky dark with starlight, or sometimes, glowing silver with the heavy moon.
The Greeks revered her and the…
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After Persephone was abducted by Hades, Demeter set off in search of her lost daughter. This is well known. What is not so well known is that during her wanderings, Demeter herself was raped and from this outrage, a second daughter, Despoina, was born. The story goes thus: Seeking Persephone, Demeter arrived in Arcadia and caught the eye of Poseidon. To escape his advances, she turned herself into a mare but he saw through her disguise. He became a stallion and mounted her. Furious at this violation, she became Demeter Erinyes, that is to say a Fury wishing to avenge the wrong that was wrought on her. Later, she purified herself by bathing in the river Ladon and ‘became tender and sweet once again’. Two offspring resulted from the rape: a magical horse, Arieon, and his sister, Despoina. In some traditions, Despoina too was a horse, and the myth may…
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Who is Baba Yaga? She is the Goddess, she is the Witch, she is the Wise Woman, she is the Crone, she is aged Artemis.
Baba is Grandmother. In Tibet, fierce demons are Yagas. So she is the Grandmother Demon, Grandmother Dragon, the fearsome, the fierce.
Baba Yaga is the subject of many Russian folk tales or fairy tales. She is very very old.
How do we know? We are told her nose curves down and her chin curves up and they nearly meet. Since the cartilage in our noses, chins and ears continues to grow throughout our lives, only someone a hundred or more would have such a remarkable face. Her fingernails, it is said, are as thick and ridged as roof tiles. My, what a mineral-rich diet she must have! And they are stained brown. Any herbalists here who have noticed such a staining on their hands…
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The Celtic word for Oak is “Duir” and the word Door is derived from it. The Mighty Oak was considered the most sacred of trees and unlike other trees, the roots of the Oak Tree go across the land as the branches go across the sky
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It’s gotten colder these last few days & the kitties are hanging out in front of the forced air vents. The vent underneath my desk is a fought-over area. This morning, Bobby was enjoying it.
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A book is more than a verbal structure or series of verbal structures; it is the dialogue it establishes with its reader and the intonation it imposes upon his voice and the changing and durable images it leaves in his memory. A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships.
Jorge Luis Borges
Other Inquisitions
Two of my favorite occupations!
“Let us read, and let us dance; these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.”
Voltaire
Johan Gudmundsen-Holmgreen – A Little Girl Reading, 1900.
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