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Night Sky, Poetry

Albedo: A Poem for The Perseid-Brinski Event

Welcome to Week 3 of the 2024 Perseid-Brinski Event! *************** Thanks for reading this short poem I wrote for Venus! THANK YOU to everyone who has already sent in a night sky memory! They are so good and I can't wait to share them here! KEEP THEM COMING, FRIENDS! Would you like to share a… Continue reading Albedo: A Poem for The Perseid-Brinski Event

Night Sky

Connecting the Darkness: The Perseid-Brinski Event

Welcome to Week 2 of the 2024 Perseid-Brinski Event! I forget how I love the darkness of the late and early hours. I forget how I love the silence when the world around me settles. I forget how I love the rest I find when I let down my guard to pray. So that’s what… Continue reading Connecting the Darkness: The Perseid-Brinski Event

Night Sky, Poetry

Sacred Spaces: A Poem and the Perseid-Brinski Event

Welcome to the 2024 Perseid-Brinski Event! It's finally here! I'm delighted you're here with me to celebrate the night sky and man's feeble attempt to speak of it. Here's what you can expect every Monday in the coming weeks as we count down to the peak viewing window for the Perseid Meteor Shower on August… Continue reading Sacred Spaces: A Poem and the Perseid-Brinski Event

Night Sky

Joey and Little Lady Await the Perseid Meteor Shower

We caught Little Joey gazing out the kitchen window last night. We watched, not sure whether to interrupt his solitude. I smiled as his tail gently patted a slow, steady rhythm on the tile floor. "Hi Joey! How are you?" Little Lady asked, settling down next to him. "I'm okay. How are you?" "Good!" Little… Continue reading Joey and Little Lady Await the Perseid Meteor Shower

person digging on soil using garden shovel
Poetry

Sustenance and Loam: A Poem of February

Spring is on the horizon. I can smell it – beyond ice and salt and eight-foot banks, it fills my lungs, this warming air of early morn. And I hear it – in the tinkling of winter, melting from the roof, the window, the porch, the pines, where black-cap flits from bough to bough with… Continue reading Sustenance and Loam: A Poem of February