Category Archives: Inspirations

I Remember California I remember redwood trees, bumper cars and wolverinesThe ocean’s Trident submarinesLemons, limes and tangerinesI remember this I remember traffic jamsMotor boys and girls with tansNearly-was and almost-ransI remember thisHistory is madeHistory is made to seem unfair I recall that you were thereGolden smile and shining hairI recall it wasn’t fairRecollect it wasn’tContinue reading “Monday’s Musing”

Earth, You Have Returned to Me BY ELAINE EQUI Can you imagine waking upevery morning on a different planet,each with its own gravity? Slogging, wobbling,wavering. Atiltand out-of-syncwith all that movesand doesn’t. Through years of trialand mostly errordid I study this unsteady way —  changing pills, adjusting the dosage,never settling. A long time we were separate,O Earth,but nowContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”

Hello Hello. I wanted to update you on some very special happenings at Rock Bottom Homestead. Recently we have implemented a giving program where 5% of our gross income from the bakery/goods go to the Augusta (Maine) Food Bank. For example, even though this last month was a relatively slow month for us, we wereContinue reading “Special Update”

At Bridget’s WellBy Doireann Ní Ghríofa When rain fell on a path of stone,one by one, we appeared alone. Each of us wore a different face,but we were all the same – drawn by ache to lift green latches,drawn by want to walk the dark passage. Past paper stares, we kneltand wept, we who fed theContinue reading “Monday’s Imbolc Muse”

“Every act of perception, is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.” “Music, uniquely among the arts, is both completely abstract and profoundly emotional. It has no power to represent anything particular or external, but it has a unique power to expressContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”

Ballad of the Moon Moon By Federico Garcia Lorca Moon came to the forgein her petticoat of nardThe boy looks and looksthe boy looks at the MoonIn the turbulent airMoon lifts up her armsshowing — pure and sexy — her beaten-tin breastsRun Moon run Moon MoonIf the gypsies camewhite rings and white necklacesthey would beat from your heartBoy willContinue reading “Muses for a Monday”

Fox Breathby Kimberly Dark The fox will walkright up to the treein noontime drizzle,eat the mushroomsconvened at the baseof the tree, rollits head downbetween the rootsto rest feet and tailon trunk and dreamof me, and whymy pelt is so sparse,eyes so green, andwhy I seem to lovemy claws tappingagainst the shinysquare plate so much.

Because of the myths surrounding the plant, many people have kept their distance from the common milkweed. This is sad because it is one of our best tasting, easiest to harvest, and most abundant edible wild plants. This wonderful weed should be a lesson to us all. What other treasures have we been ignoring, thoughContinue reading “Musings for Monday”

“Love is an answer to the lack that lies at the heart of aliveness, but it does not compensate for that lack – it transforms it. Love transforms that lack into an excess that produces new contradictions; it is the luminous chasm and the ephemeral mass, freedom in impossibility, the always insufficient answer to theContinue reading “Monday’s Muse”

Call her moonchildDancing in the shallows of a riverLonely moonchildDreaming in the shadowOf the willow. Talking to the trees of theCobweb strangeSleeping on the steps of a fountainWaving silver wands to theNight-birds songWaiting for the sun on the mountain. She’s a moonchildGathering the flowers in a garden.Lovely moonchildDrifting in the echoes of the hours. SailingContinue reading “Monday’s Solstice Musing”