Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Spring Forward

“Never underestimate the power you have
to take your life in a new direction.”   
{Germany Kent}

Thursday, March 30, 2017

In the Palm of His Hand

My father passed away eleven years ago in March. One of his wishes was to have his ashes spread in his favorite lake where he fished with my sister and brother in his little fishing boat, taught his grandsons the craft of fishing, spent time with my mom, and hung out with his best friends.

The bulk of his ashes, while taken out for examining from time to time, remained in his room since he was gone, none of us willing to let him go. However, each of his three children took a smidge of his ashes. My brother brought his to my father's favorite walking path along the Appalachian Trail, my sister brought her ashes to the Irish Sea. I keep mine in a little medicine bag, a leather pouch I keep on my altar and sometimes wear around my neck.

This past Saturday, on his seventy-seventh birthday, and two days before his eleventh anniversary of leaving this earth, I took my father's ashes to his final resting place.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but I found a little tributary that lead to the lake, in a private spot adjacent to the public beach where I swam as a child. There the crystal clear water trickled down from miniature waterfalls; it felt peaceful.

He was a passionate Irishman so I had prepared a ceremony for my father that included reading one of his favorite Irish prayers. I also played three of his favorite Irish songs, leading with "Amazing Grace," as I placed the ashes in the water. I sent along with him a personal note I scribed onto birch bark, a yellow feather in honor of the poem about a little yellow bird he regaled me with as a child, a 1940 "wheat penny" (he collected them, and this was his birth year,) and one of my baby teeth, I was his firstborn.

When I placed the ashes in the water I was amazed how beautiful they looked as they flowed, then swirled around, and finally settled, tiny bone fragments resembling seashells, on the tributary bed. It was a powerful and moving experience. It changed me. It brought closure but sealed our bond. I know he is at peace, and I know he watches over us.

Here is  the ceremony captured in some photos and short video clips.



May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

Friday, March 17, 2017

Celtic Blood

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

{W.B. Yeats}

Wednesday, March 15, 2017


wild and unruly...

cross my heart

Celtic knot


Friday, March 10, 2017

Crow Moon

“People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.”  
{James O'Barr, The Crow}

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Let Go

“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.”  
   {C. JoyBell C.}

Tuesday, February 7, 2017


“Love is like a mirror. When you love another you become his mirror and he becomes yours...And reflecting each other's love you see infinity.”

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Snow Kisses

“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” {Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass}

Friday, January 20, 2017

White Space

White Space

In the mist between sleep and wake

in the moment before breathe

in the pause before the thought

before the word

in the white space between the words

between the letters and punctuation

in the white space

where I can listen carefully

where I can speak slowly

where I can fall into backwards

into something

in the white space

I feel your strong hand thrust my face, my head into the water

I feel myself plunging in

just when I think I'll suffocate

you pull me, dripping, back out.

{Loralee Moon}

Monday, January 9, 2017


(adj.) : belonging to the essential nature of a thing : occurring as a natural part of something.

"Take your broken heart, turn it into art."
{Carrie Fisher}