In my dreams…
Those Enchanted places
Where the past shall always be
Where the past shall linger
Quietly, in the present.

Poem by Athey Thompson
Art by Lucy Campbell
In my dreams…
Those Enchanted places
Where the past shall always be
Where the past shall linger
Quietly, in the present.

Poem by Athey Thompson
Art by Lucy Campbell
A hot blue day had budded into something.
I wasn’t ready. The white clouds rearing
Aside were dragging me in four directions.
I wasn’t ready.
I had no reverence.
I thought I could deny the consequence–
But it was too late for that. Sylvia Plath
Sunday sky. I looked up as jets flew by overhead, so I’m not sure what they are.

I wonder…

…if there’s a message in these clouds.

What do you think?
Today’s Full Wolf Moon mood…
I heard a whisper
Coming from the trees
And, in that moment
I was gone
Gone away
To return, to where I’d come from.

A little Poem by Athey Thompson
Taken from A Little Pocket Book of Poems by Athey Thompson
Photo credit to Enchanted Seashells of magical tree at Big Sur
Some people might think a solitary swing is the epitome of loneliness; forlorn, swaying empty in the breeze.
Instead, I like to remember this poem by Robert Louis Stevenson and think of the joy it brings to the Angels; well, except when they’re fighting over whose turn it is to swing.

The Swing
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
Over the countryside
Till I look down on the garden green,
Down on the roof so brown–
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
–ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
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There in the wild darkness
is the silence
And, after the darkness
Comes the light
A New Dawn.
A Little Poem by Athey Thompson
Tonight’s new moon in Capricorn can enlighten the pathway to our desires and our dreams, our awareness of who we are and how we feel about ourselves. Let go of any old unhealthy thoughts and beliefs.
A Little New Moon Ceremony
As the darkness draws near
Light a candle
Sit alone in peace
In silence
And invite your hopes
Your wishes
Write them down
Tell the New Moon
Of what you have written
And, welcome in your hopes
Your wishes
Believe you will receive
And say thank you
To the New Moon.
Upon such a dark night there be magic in the air, it be everywhere.
And, as they do say, ”Those who believe are those who receive”.
by Athey Thompson
A dramatic sunrise always makes me think of Romeo and Juliet:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?

From the front door looking directly toward the lagoon, this morning’s spectacular sunrise showcases the clouds that brought a little overnight rain.
Those black specks are hundreds of raucous crows heralding another new day.
Leonard Cohen said it perfectly:
The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say…
Happy first Sunday of 2024!

“What’s magical, sometimes, has deeper roots than reason.”
Mary Oliver
Art curated from Pinterest
It’s the shortest day; the longest night.
To Know the Dark
To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.–Wendell Berry
This is a magical moment. It’s not simply a day on the calendar; it’s actually a very specific moment when the sun stands still, which is over almost as soon as it has begun, and winter begins. This physical changing of the seasons is a powerful time to manifest spiritual transformations.
I awoke at dawn to honor the spirit of the solstice — from the backyard, a pink sunrise in a blue sky. It rained all night and more is on the way, but for now it’s clear and sunny.

From the front yard, check out this glorious skyfire, a perfect celebration for the solstice, safer than a bonfire!

Let her be
For her heart is filled with stardust
Her soul is as wild and free
As the wind
Have you ever witnessed something so exquisitely beautiful it almost made you cry?
I saw more dolphins yesterday! I watched three of them surf the big waves until they were too far away to see without binocs, and then I exhaled a big sigh. It was only then that I realized that I had been holding my breath.
How IwishIwishIwish I was a mermaid.

A Little Poem written by Athey Thompson
Art unknown from Pinterest