Posts in the “FASCINATIONS” category
12 Years – Katrina/Harvey
by angeliska on August 29, 2017
Today is the 12th anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Fittingly, the first hurricane lily bloomed today, here in my garden. Symbol of hope, autumn’s harbinger, bloody reminder of the season of storms. I didn’t intend to pick it, but Snowy tried (…)
Matrescence
by angeliska on May 14, 2017
For as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to be a mother. I remember cradling my rosy plastic baby dolls lovingly, wiping their hard molded little faces, inhaling the powdery synthetic perfume of them, and feeling as (…)
This Bitter Earth – Vernal Equinox
by angeliska on March 22, 2017
The Vernal Equinox heralds Persephone’s return into the light, beckoning her back up to the land of the living. Coming back slowly into consciousness – the body wakes up, remembers how to breathe, sigh, sing again. This Pluto transit I’ve (…)
ARMOR/ARDOR – Full Moon in Cancer
by angeliska on January 12, 2017
Tonight is the first full moon of 2017 – a warm and unseasonably balmy night, even for January in Texas. I don’t really feel like writing, at least not much here – but I do feel like sharing, just a (…)
THE WHEEL TURNS: A PORTAL OPENS INTO A STRANGE NEW YEAR
by angeliska on December 31, 2016
We are coming through the tunnel of winter, passing through the portal into a new time. The sun is being reborn, and with it, a new day – & a hopefulness. It’s almost gone, this wild and unpredictable year that (…)
Norns of Winter – Solstice Wishes
by angeliska on December 21, 2016
Last night was the longest and darkest night in 500 years, or so I was told… I was up late writing, and the moon shone bright over my backyard, illuminating the bare trees and dead leaves. Tonight I honor the (…)
Ô Saisons, ô Châteaux !
by angeliska on November 5, 2016
Ô saisons ô châteaux, Quelle âme est sans défauts ? Ô saisons, ô châteaux, J’ai fait la magique étude Du Bonheur, que nul n’élude. Ô vive lui, chaque fois Que chante son coq gaulois. Mais ! je n’aurai plus (…)
Texas Holy Water
by angeliska on November 3, 2016
Is it November, or is it still August? It’s hard to tell honestly – hard to say that Fall has come here, because the earth is cracked and the leaves are crisped, but not with winter’s chill. Sweat still trickles (…)
Frog + Toad in August Storms
by angeliska on August 29, 2016
I’ve discovered a strange pattern recently – a restlessness in my spirit that seems to hit me every year around this time, and keeps me from sleep. Some unseen goblin has been sitting on my chest like the one in (…)
R.I.P. DAVID BOWIE – A Paean For The Goblin King
by angeliska on January 14, 2016
After my last sweet visitor had headed home the night of the 10th, after a perfect and beautiful birthday, full of friends and children and kindness and sweet medicine and pierogis, I sat alone at my kitchen table covered in (…)
