Category Archives: Inspirations

witch (n.) Old English wicce “female magician, sorceress,” in later use especially “a woman supposed to have dealings with the devil or evil spirits and to be able by their cooperation to perform supernatural acts,” fem. of Old English wicca “sorcerer, wizard, man who practices witchcraft or magic,” from verb wiccian “to practice witchcraft” (compare Low German wikken, wicken “to use witchcraft,” wikker, wicker “soothsayer”). OED says ofContinue reading “Lunar Festival Muses”

first book at hand, opened to random page Madame Josephine had no voice, so she made up a new language with her hands. It was a more direct language than the one the other adults spoke. Her father knew this hand language, and people could understand Madame Josephine because of him. It was if herContinue reading “Musings for Monday”

Hunter’s Moon The first person you fall in love withwill be a deer. You will want to cradle him,but his instinct is to vanish. Scuttle. Scurry.He may lie down at the end of the forestin the sorrel, but you won’t ever see himeven with the binoculars you bring into the wild.Perhaps, he’ll disappear on aContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”

Pronoia excerpts…~ Rob Brezsny If you’re honest with yourself, you’ll confess that there are few glories more sublime and more freely available than taking a walk in nature. Simply to imagine it can fill you with sacred joy. Close your eyes and visualize yourself sauntering along a wide dirt path in a meadow bordered byContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”

“My home is the Earth. It is so subtle, so pervasive, so deeply embedded in the scientific story I had painstakingly learned through my formal education; and beyond that, I am surprised by its permanence in my psyche. Of course, I had always known I was from the Earth. But my childhood upbringing had keptContinue reading “Another Monday’s Muse”

What drives our ruralish passions around here at Rock Bottom? Fermentation – let’s face it, some foraged goods and garden goods have a natural sweetness, and some need to be coaxed from their deep earthy goodness. That’s where fermentation comes in – natural yeasts (and sometimes a little added, if necessary), mixed flavors, time =Continue reading “Musings for a Monday”

~ somedays I’m just inspired by what grows despite the trauma of the world ~

Each and All Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,Of thee from the hill-top looking down;The heifer that lows in the upland farm,Far-heard, lows not thine ear to charm;The sexton, tolling his bell at noon,Deems not that great NapoleonStops his horse, and lists with delight,Whilst his files sweep round yon Alpine height;Nor knowest thouContinue reading “A Musing for a Lughnasadh Monday”

Over hill, over dale,Thorough bush, thorough brier,Over park, over pale,Thorough flood, thorough fire,I do wander everywhere,Swifter than the moon’s sphere;And I serve the fairy queen,To dew her orbs upon the green.The cowslips tall her pensioners be:In their gold coats spots you see;Those be rubies, fairy favours,In those freckles live their savours:I must go seek someContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”