Turfing

The world is now far too dangerous for anything less than Utopia.—Buckminster Fuller

Cold Days in Portland. Half my plants are living in the basement. The sun comes and goes… yet no heat or relief.
Everything can be a prayer, a meditation it seems. These quiet days I am struck by the struggle [...]

Logical Argument is what destroys Poetry because Poetry is beyond Logic.
- Robert Graves

Argh… Running Late and I put waaaay to much time trying to formulate this, though I am happy with the results.
Below freezing this morning. So much for the warm winter we were supposed to have here in the Northwest. Maybe snow [...]

The shaman seers of the Fourth World generally agree that those who tenaciously cling to the past will fall into mass insanity.—John Hogue

Rowan picked up an interesting book for me for the holidays, ‘Poets on the Peaks’ (Gary Snyder, Philip Whalen & Jack Kerouac in the North Cascades) Wonderful book. Working my head a [...]

A nice day yesterday, a bit warn and tired today. 12 guest & family in all…
Rowan is out wandering, and the sun is going down. Quiet music on the system, and I understand the radio is down… argh.
This is the quiet time of the year… A few visitors making their way [...]

A Song to Mithras
(Hymn of the XXX Legion: circa 350 A.D.)
Rudyard Kipling
Mithras, God of the Morning, our trumpets waken the Wall!
‘Rome is above the Nations, but Thou art over all!’
Now as the names are answered, and the guards are marched away,
Mithras, also a soldier, give us strength for the day!
Mithras, God of the Noontide, the heather [...]