Gods In-Between

"In The Gloaming" (Atkinson Grimshaw--1878)

In between day and night there is a time which is also a place.When the sun sets, but before the world has gone dark, all things fade so slowly, so imperceptibly we almost cannot notice the difference, only that something is different. The colors seem to seep from the world, trees from brown and green to grey-brown, grey-green, then grey, then black. The river below the bridge where I stood today, the hills across from that river shrouded in darkening mist, the street behind me with the rush … [Read more...]

Snakes in the Dark: beginning to remember

Brú na Bóinne : Ireland

My feet are bare as I run through the pasture.  Calluses, built over years of refusal to wear shoes, give them a protective layer all their own.  Long, dark hair billows behind me--a knot of tangle and wave. My mind is full of one thought, one intention: Grandma’s house.I will sit at her feet and help shell peas while she tells me stories.Maybe she will comb my hair and braid it.We will sit quiet together, while the wind rustles the curtains in the breezeway and she twiddles her thu … [Read more...]


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