Richard Brautigan

I was reading on my blog updates this morning that there is a presentation at a local university that honors poet Richard Brautigan. I wasn’t familiar with him and after googling him I found his poetry from the 1950s to be most appealing. I am usually into the prettier and naturally inspired prose it seems. Often when I read poetry like this I can just paint a picture in my mind of what it would look like.

Richard Gary Brautigan (1935-1984) produced eleven novels, ten poetry collections, and one collection of  short stories, as well as five volumes of collected work, several nonfiction works, and a record album of spoken voice recordings.

Richard Brautigan is also often cited as the author to best capture the zeitgeist between the ebbing Beat Generation and the emerging San Francisco Counterculture Movement during the late 1960s and early 1970s.

The Ageless Ones

Covering flower shadows

The dawn
And its prolific promises

The sea
Dancing to the music
Of the moon.

So Many Twilights

An old woman sits
In a rocking chair
On the front porch
Of an old house.
The old woman watches
The stars turn on their
Lanterns in the clear,
Twilight sky above
The dark shadows
Of the fir trees
On the hill.
The old woman remembers
So many twilights.

Butterfly’s Breath

The moon throws
A shadow upon the night.
The shadow is as silent
As the birth of a rose,
And the shadow is as soft
As a butterfly’s breath.

Kingdom Come

The world
has a magic direction
     in the twilight.
It is a place of spells
and visions.
Look out of the window.
Do you see the old woman
with the plum tree
on her back?
     She is walking
     up Hyde Street.
She appears to be lost
and I think she is crying.
     A taxi
     comes along.
She stops the taxi
and gets in
with the plum tree.
     She is
     gone now
and the evening star
shines in the sky.


Happy Thanksgiving

The year has turned its circle,
The seasons come and go.
The harvest all is gathered in
And chilly north winds blow.

Orchards have shared their treasures,
The fields, their yellow grain,
So open wide the doorway —
Thanksgiving comes again!
Old Rhyme.

I hope everyone who is reading this have a wonderful day! Thank you for reading my blog and sharing the turning of the wheel with me.

Not as it will be

I finally gave up on this painting that I started months ago. I wanted to do a woman and I ran out of white paint and patience and oil pastels. The combination of what I was using wasn’t working at all and I realized why spend my time on this if it’s making me angry? So she is being put away for now in the little cubby hole so I can move on.

The other painting I am happy with and it’s almost done. It’s geese flying and cattails obviously so despite my lack of phalo turquoise I managed to blend a color to use on top of some mistakes.

I also figured I would show my mess.

Pagan advent

The whole advent celebration that is almost upon us is of course pagan in nature.When I think of advent I usually just think of the advent calendars not anything significant.

My sister and I used to get the chocolate advent calendars when we were young. Now I usually get one for me… um I mean Melody, and one for her even though we are adults. There is something celebratory in decorating and waiting for the sun’s rebirth.

The advent wreath used by Christians is a wreath with four candles. It is used to count down the weeks until Christmas. Every Sunday there is a reading. Well we have had a pagan version similar to this mixed with a Buddhist version some years!

I got an advent wreath at Goodwill several years ago and we use whatever taper candles we feel like.

The circle represented the wheel of the sun (Yule) but was also the cart wheel that was essential for them to preserve as a survival tool. The candles were part of the lights ceremonies of all northern countries in the period before Yuletide. The European ancestors would light candles, bonfires (the Yule log), and torches in honor of the dying sun.

The middle of the wreath is also open in case there is the desire for a fifth candle which in pagan tradition would represent a star/pentacle or the spirit.



While researching some Goddesses I got a book just on Guinevere from the library. It is a nice book but didn’t really get the real portion of her that I was searching for. By piecing together other sources I have found that she is worthy of honoring in a ritual because of who she was and not really what she may have done (her affair with Lancelot).

After she married King Arthur she began to feel useless because she is not able to bear children. She takes up a love affair with Lancelot on of the knights. I was sort of feeling as if she was having an affair and why is she worthy of honoring at all. I think there is a need to remember that these times were very different than today. We can’t judge those people by our own standards. The versions of her story are really not flattering. There was a piece of information I found online somewhere that reasons the stories “demean the status of the sovereign Goddess in their telling. She was the sovereign who gave Arthur his right to rule simply by being with him. When she left him he pursued her not for love, but because without her his kingdom would crumble for lack of leadership. The role of Goddess of sovereignty is more clearly seen in her legends than in many others. Her duty is to blend the king’s energy with the energy of the land. It is in many myths that when the king forgets where his power comes from that the queen will seek other champions and lovers to remind him as she gladly did.”

She was a leader of the kingdom in some ways and was also in charge of the love affair by some accounts with Lancelot. Because when she was married she was not in love with Arthur and it was an arranged marriage it seems almost understandable for her to have found true love elsewhere. She was more concerned with the safety of her knights than with her own.