A conversation on Twitter in late 2018 reminded me that, back in 2009, I was in the late stages of writing a song for Apollon. Apollon was my guide to Hellenism and the one to whom I was most devoted in my early adulthood. When I was 23-25, I was in a transition period, and … Continue reading We Are Daphne
A chaste woman is given grace within the mysteries of Dionysos — not forced to drown down wine — allowed to worship with her will intact. One cannot always see scars. Who knows which of us bear bruises throbbing like Rhea's quick drumbeat and for whom a mystery is learning how to loosen one's grip … Continue reading Loosening Bonds (On Mysteries)
From 2009 to 2012, I spent many nights — often after the Kyklos Apollon ritual, which is why so many of them were written on Sundays — writing weird verse on Twitter. These are all of those tweets, as I am closing that old account.
You might know that I'm on Twitter, but there are a few things that I have microblogged there recently that I would like to highlight. The first is the poem I wrote early in the current Presidential administration and that I repost on occasion: Spring is a time when buds bloom, leaves fan out like … Continue reading Some Links to Twitter and a Hymn Paraphrase to Hermes
So, last week, I gave a service at my local Unitarian Universalist Society about Athene, in honor of the beginning of the new calendar, the democratic process, and many other things I hold dear. To prepare for that service, I read the Gods and Heroes of the Ancient World volume on Athene (well, actually, about half … Continue reading To Athene, In Apology
Note: This poetic offering was written before a lot of things happened in US politics. I reread it recently and one of the metaphors kinda falls flat because 2017 and 2018 were not great years politically for most people in the USA. Eventually, I may do a new version of this poem, but since I … Continue reading Womanly Herakles
In asana, breath moves through my chest, a bellows igniting a bright fire to course through my body. The Yoga Sutras refined my understanding of this. Vikalpaḥ is the imagination of metaphor, sleek, and it is here where the fire inside of me blooms. Asana prepares the body through movement to turn inward and touch … Continue reading Enthrallment