Love Each Other

 

Love Each Other

I want us to love "arch" other

As you would say

One day at a time

And string them together

Like the  precious things they are

Instead of trying too hard

Or expecting too much

Please don't always expect me

To always be good and kind

There will be times when

I will be hard to understand 

But it's only because if

It's that time of the month

Or one of my moods

Not that I loved you less

Please remember that

I loved you always

Baby Crone's Tarot Playbook

 Now available in hardcover!

Baby Crone's Tarot Playbook

or Laphrodite's Mini Mindfulness Meditations

Baby Crone's Tarot Playbook offers seventy-eight short practices for that tarot on the go feeling. Rich, full color images accompany the guided meditations to create a synthesis of right-brain and left brain activity by combining potent imagery with meaning words. Whether you flip to a random page for a quick hit, spend an hour using an image as a writing prompt in your journal, or dedicating yourself to delving deep into meaning and symbolism of each piece, this is a treasure trove of accessible wisdom.

Cosmic Giggles

 

Cosmic Giggles

Chuckling at the traffic light

Engagement ring in the sunlight

Catches it just so

I'm in my own private disco

     Opening my eyes

      To the morning surprise

     Throat throbbing with delight

      Hummingbirds ruby red flight

Best part of when I owned a cafe

Was spinning that mirror ball every day

Prisms scattered across the ceiling 

Espresso-ing a glittery feeling

     And by the way,

      Did you know

     Broken crystals 

      Cast the most rainbows

So put your violet fairy wings

Hover, sip and sway

And when the light is right

Just slip away

Chime

 

If I had known back then - Ada Limon

The bell rings three times. Notice

How long until the last note 

Declines

Would I have got that tattoo

Or the other

Bruises, stretch marks

Still have been a mom

Or just a housemate, Tia, aunt

Friend from long ago

Felt this close to you

Dying among your books

A few of mine

I would have said yes sooner,

As in, get it over with

Yank off the Band-Aid

Take off the blindfold

Disillusioned

Once

The bell rings

Two times

Follow the chime

Follow the 

Chime

The Word Whisperer

 The Word Whisperer

Once upon a time, in a jewel box by the sea,

Lived a Word Whisperer named Lisa, and her magnificent cat, Rumi.

She spent her days writing, teaching, reading and seeking,

Believer in the power of words: transforming, listening, and speaking.

Then one day, a bleak plague came across the land,

Trumpet tears, Covid fears, all went hand in hand.

She lost her direction, taste, even her sense of smell,

How to gather up those pieces, what story now to tell.

It was a time of stupor, a time of feeling of stuck,

Bogged down in all of the rhetorical guck,

But wait, her daughter Colette was pregnant,

How to bless and gift the expectant?

Lisa thumped her chest, set off on a quest, Rumi at her side,

And she met these particular muses, on the by and by,

Invited to a quilting bee for the softest lullaby,

Woven from yet unspoken gossamer sighs.

Sitting for a spell, these spelling bees,

Notebooks on their laps, pen caps between their knees,

Doubled and further multiplied,

Zoom in, zoom out, perspectives diversified.

The Word Whisperer moved her hands, harvesting silk,

Invoking the muses, aware of her ilk,

Chanting under the big dipper, creating her circles,

Resources, Sorceresses, composting rose petals.

There at the threshold, slowly she began to build power,

Delicious minutes, savoring every hour,

Mindful of the moments, creating her altar.

Ensuring her words would never falter.

Lighting a match to inspire the stubborn candle,

Eagle feather to let go of what one can no longer handle,

Taking the time for name tags, a basket of release,

A ritual writing of kumquats, hope, and soft grief.

Lisa listened as her muses sang of a heart shaped stones,

Embroidered cat tails and daiquiri ice cream cones,

Collected cat whiskers and a lost earring or two,

A Peace Angel mended with heart, tears, and gorilla glue.

Five stones in clear reflecting bowls,

Helping the Word Whisperer to reach her goals,

Thanking each of her muses with a sigh,

Now she had the unmasked gold for her lullaby.

She had the threads, she knew what to do,

Just how to breathe and weave them through,

Though the years go by too fast, the winter night is too long,

She knew her magic is good, her magic is strong.

 Knocking her wrists together three times,

Hearing the last of the second chime,

Holding the lotus, fingers blossoming true,

Now go write your story, We have sung to you…

The Word Whisperer let her lullaby sail,

Rumi said, this is the end of my magnificent tail…

So bid adieu, thank you for the tears and laughter,

And they all wrote,

Happily Ever After.

The End

Kayla Garnet Rose, Crow Moon 2023

Morgue

Morgue*

lightening up my

morgue, pounds of associations, cut

mined, succinct

* In reference to a collection of images, magazines, papergoods, etc used in collage art, just saying

Laphrodite's Guide to Mindful Menopause

Laphrodite's Guide to Mindful Menopause 

or the Adventures of a Baby Crone

An enchanting collection of midlife musings, moon magic, and meditations for mindful menopause.Over the last three years menopause has brought me to my knees. In this humbled position, I offer anecdotes, potential antidotes, and some not so common advice.

According to the Mayo Clinic, menopause is experienced by over 3 million women a year in the United States alone. What makes this book different is viewing menopause as a time of incredible spiritual growth and creativity, rather than just a physical experience that needs a special diet or more exercise.

The book offers concrete tools such as guided visualizations, meditations, and rituals to honor this significant passage in a woman's life. Rather than a dry reference book, it includes humorous stories, inspiring poetry, and juicy practices to experience mindful menopause.