I went into Tuesday hoping for a landslide victory. Then all would be right with the world and the last four years could be chalked up to one very bad memory. The media seemed to indicate a “blue wave” as a tangible possibility.
As the evening progressed, those hopes were quickly dashed.
Even with vice-president Biden ahead in the race to 270 electoral votes and remaining in the lead ( I know because I woke up twice during the night to check), I felt sadness.
A deep, soul sadness due to the apparent divide our country is experiencing. …
My altar is dressed with colors of the season. Ornaments of gourds, garlands of leaves, and votive candles decorate what is on most days, an ordinary antique table sitting in the middle of my living room.
I am ready for Halloween, traditionally known as Samhain (Sow-in). The roots of this holiday come from the same place as my ancestral roots, Ireland.
October 31st through November 1st marks the end of the harvest season. Residents in ancient Ireland worked closely with the land following the cycles of the earth.
They would let their hearth fires burn out while they were away collecting the bounty from the fields. Upon their return, festivities celebrating the harvest season would commence including the lighting of bonfires and the re-lighting of their hearth fires. It is one ritual that has become an integral symbol of Samhain. …
Leeks and garlic simmer in the skillet, filling the kitchen with their earthy aroma. The potatoes are cooking in the big kettle and the cabbage is chopped ready to mingle its flavors into the medley called Colcannon.
Colcannon is an Irish dish served often in my family and at any time of year. But it is traditionally known as a dish of Halloween or as it is sometimes known as in Ireland, Samhain (Sow-in). The definition of Colcannon is derived from Gaelic and literally means “ white-headed cabbage”.
I grew up eating some variation of this dish and absolutely love it as comfort food, as a side dish, or sometimes just the meal itself. …
Several weeks ago a public relations co-ordinator from New World Library contacted me through my publication, The Rainbow Affect, on Medium. In her email to me, she asked if I would kindly review a new book about to be released.
She explained it is a story of a mother’s journey through her child’s gender transition. A story much like my own. I said, Of course. I am happy too.
A little over a week later, I received my hardback copy in the mail of Found In Transition by Paria Hassouri, MD. I began reading it that night.
I read through it first as a reader, as a mom, laughing and crying right along with the protagonist, Paria. …
The world may feel like it has turned upside down these days, from our social crisis to climate change, to fake news, and an upcoming election on top of it all. Sometimes it all feels backward. The only thing worse? Another Mercury retrograde has begun.
This happens to be the last of three Mercury retrograde for 2020. And like much of 2020, I look forward to putting both in my rear-view mirror.
A Mercury retrograde is when it appears as if Mercury is traveling backward in its orbit through the night sky. This is, of course, an illusion, the planet does not physically spin backward. …
Recently, a local publication assigned me to write a story on a historic hotel, built in 1889. But the focus of my story was not on the architecture or genealogy of the building. No, my angle honed in on the permanent residents of the hotel. The ones who never truly left, even after death.
I am referring to the ghosts who still haunt the hotel hallways.
Have you ever seen a shadow or possibly a silhouette, out of the corner of your eye only to look and have it vanish? Or maybe fell a sudden chill or breeze? perhaps you dismissed it as nothing there or a figment of your imagination. …
I stand looking down at the piece of paper in my hand, on which I have scribbled my grocery list. I am in front of the potatoes in my local grocers produce aisle. I do not find potatoes on my list. Do we have potatoes? I don’t recall seeing any in the pantry.
Never enough potatoes, I announce to no one around, as I plop a 5 lb. bag into my cart.
A few months ago my partner Richard and I began discussing what it would look like to embark on an extended sailing trip. …
Hello to you all.
And thank you for subscribing to my publication, A Year of Ritual, and now to this newsletter! It is hard to believe we are now at the autumn equinox. Soon it will be Samhain again. What a change a year can make, eh? And what a crazy year 2020 has been.
I wrote this first piece in the evening I learned of Judge Ruth Bader Ginsberg’s death. I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach. I just did not want to believe what I read was true. …
A tinge of red and orange dot the hillside banked with a mix of deciduous and evergreen trees. A few big maple leaves have already begun to litter the walkways as the days grow shorter and the evenings become crisper. The wheel of the year has come full circle. Autumn is on its way.
I know for me, the slight chill in the air, the slanting sunlight, and the smell of wood smoke from a home hearth awakens my senses, or as F.Scott Fitzgerald said;
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
And with the change of season, we watch as the sunlight wanes, at least in the Northern Hemisphere. Yet, there is one day of balance, transitioning from the summer months and ushering us into fall, the Autumn Equinox. …
We the People, are the first three words of the Preamble to the U.S. Constitution. In all, a fifty-two-word sentence with some mighty power.
We are the people; black, brown, white, native-born, or immigrant. We are the people, not based on our sex, gender, or who you love. And as such, we form our government. We are the stewards of these words, therefore, we are responsible for their continued existence.
In our current social climate, with our country experiencing deep divides surrounding racial and ethnic equality, voting rights, and economic disparities, one could argue we are 180 degrees from the original vision and intent of our founding fathers. …