It is definitely autumn here in upstate NY. The trees are changing color, the garden is dying back, and we had our first frost the other morning. Days are shorter and colder, and I can feel the energy slowing from the hectic pace of summer.
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...In the Neighborwives’ Garden
In the twilight
The highway’s rhythm a few blocks away
Creates a lulling to cradle the occasional barking dog, crying child
And basketball dribbled down
The center of the street
Streetlights overtake the stars in the city,
Punctuated with flashing lights from the police in the distance
Deep in this city
On a good block in a not-that-good neighborhood
Lives the Neighborwives’ garden
I live in an area where the winters are long. And cold. And snowy. Sometimes it seems like spring will never come again. So 5 years ago I started making corn dollies out of corn husks and cotton embroidery floss, cotton twine or jute twine. But these were not just ANY sort of corn dollies, these are SPRING corn dollies.
“Oh,” the girl said, shaking her head. “Don’t be so simple. People adore monsters. They fill their songs and stories with them. They define themselves in relation to them. You know what a monster is, young shade? Power. Power and choice. Monsters make choices. Monsters shape the world. Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better. They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls. Even as we curse monsters, we admire them. Seek to become them, in some ways.” Her eyes became distant. “There are far, far worse things to be than a monster.” ~ Jim Butcher, Ghost Story
Apologies, but I do not have a blog post for you today.
Instead, I have poetry.
Lately, I have been interested in exploring the idea that some of us have inside of us a monstrous part, a piece that isn't easy to look at or talk about, a piece that is there to do what needs to be done even if what needs to be done is ugly or inhuman. This part of the self could be seen as a more damaged version of the anti-hero. My husband calls it the Necessary Monster.
In today's Pagan News Beagle, we bring you stories of activism, faith, and hope. A controversial activist gives "Pagan" invocations in Florida; nature deficit disorder; the "next" GMO?; GMO-proof corn?; and decentralized power in Germany.
Activist David Suhor (whose self identification is "Agnostic Pagan Pantheist Living Existentially") is raising hackles in a small Florida town with his "in-your-face" Pagan invocations. Is he a nuisance? A harmless gadfly? A courageous proponent of Pagan rights? Make up your own mind: the whole story is at The Wild Hunt.
Tiny flowers of summer
Waving colorful flags
of the season’s surrender
against a backdrop of dry leaves
Lifting tender, hopeful
parched but promising
a last hurrah
a final fling
a tiny majesty
Spots of glorious color
on dry ground
Proof of life’s own love affair with itself.