Why is this a blogue?

  • Why is this a blogue, not a blog? It’s just an old-fashioned touch that harkens back to less-hurried (and harried) times, when a letter took a while to get delivered, and a reply took a while longer. When books were savored for their precious rarity. When news came in slowly for the most part and could be thoughtfully considered. A rapid-fire flow of constant info-junk tends to make me twitchy. When you visit my blogue, I invite you to take a nice deep breath, absorb things a little at a time, wander in a serendipitous fashion, and generally remember that even in the ultra-speedy world of the Internet, you control the pace of your life.

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August 29, 2009



What a great prayer for the physical and spiritual dog days..
I love that movie, If I see it on the tv I have to watch it...

Elizabeth Owen

you are just lovely,
Annabelle Lee or was it one of the others. I forget,
And I remember that moment from "Bull Durham" too.

The turkeys are even unhappy today: they look like their relatives the vultures and its not pretty.


Your post made me laugh...I've been trying to remind myself lately to make laughter my response before immediately ripping heads off around me...you put it all so eloquently and in beautiful universal perspective. Write on....


I found myself in that same space this morning in yoga class, when the instructor said(forcefully)lets all om together I said to myself "make me".... and I prayed.

Hecate, Runnymead Conspirator

Lovely post. Don't we all want to tell that wife abuser to just SHUT UP? The rest of your post reminds me of the lovely song: I Can Be Peace by Shawna Carol.


Well, no, actually, Hecate, I don't think of Gandhi that way -- just to be clear. I was poking fun at myself, nothing bad about him or that wisdom on the bottlecap.


Bless you for this post.I am struggling against cronehood--I thought I was EMBRACING IT but I took a stupid high powered job and have gotten caught back up in my "save the world" mode, the martyrdom of my Pisces Rising.I am 56 and I am tired. WHY can't I be content with the garden, the soup pot, the library??

I am in the dog days for sure. Why can't I pass the flame??

(Capricorn Moon???)

ahh..I need to be embraced by my Cancerian SUN, my Pisces Ascendant.

WHy can't I just be..simply, .... content????

Prayer is one of my spiritual practices also,I will pray more,today. Goddess,help me.


And my cranky heart and head say, "thank you, thank you, thank you" for being the first person I have seen in what seems like MONTHS who didn't spell his name Ghandi!
Sometimes it's the littlest things that give us ease ...

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    When the planet turns its face toward the dark, our nocturnal nature draws us out into the realm of Moon. This is a dominion of dreams that we explore with our senses fully awake. The subconscious spills into consciousness, allowing us to see what is not revealed by sight alone. Strange sounds come to our ears, intoxicating perfumes reach our noses, things appear that only emerge in darkness. We creep softly, following our moonshadows over the colorless world.
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