In between each breath,
 space of quiet emptiness.
 Such is infinite.

 So little daylight.
 Nighttime darkness overwhelms.
 A new star shines bright.

 Descending chords sounded the death knell of summer. 
 The piper calls the chieftains, kings and warriors
 from the far fields of wasted war and destruction
 to gather together around bright solstice fires 
 together with lost forgotten lovers and friends.
 

 So beat your pagan drums to the bright religion
 of the earth, of the universe, of all the gods
 and goddesses that are our daily companions
 while we walk this mortal coil seeking the awakening
 we have sought since leaving our mother’s wombs.

The latest post from ‘The awakening . . . ‘. You get a double shot this week. Happy Holidays and stay tuned.

She got up, knocking over her chair, threw the rest of her wine in the fire, threw the glass on the ground, and went to her tent.

I followed her, “Hanna, I’m sorry. That was wrong of me. Very wrong and I’m sorry.”

“No! Get the fuck away from me, god-dammit!”

“Hanna, I’m really sorry I upset you. I really am. Please don’t be angry with me. I don’t want to hurt you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re just a big lying bigot. I have friends who are lesbian. I have African-American friends. I have Hispanic friends. You just think they don’t deserve to be here. I can’t live with that, Russell! Go away! Please just go fucking away!”

“Hanna, please, can we talk? I had too much to drink. That all just came out. This was the way I was brought up. It’s what my parents, my church, my community all lead me to believe.”

 Winter sun shines cold.
 Mountains sleep quiet alone.
 Our souls warmed by love.