Full Moon: Birdsong
It's Friday, and I am watching icicles melt to the sound of chickadees, titmice, cardinals, juncos, sparrows, and
Solar Spring + New Moon: A love strange, dark, and magnificent
It's Friday. Hello.
This month is ending on a terrible, almost paralyzingly fearsome note. I don't
Full Moon: Astrolomy of the aurora
It's Friday. Hello.
Though the days grow marginally longer, I sit now in the middle of the coldest
New Moon: Ecstasy in the rhythm
It's Friday. Hello.
In these very difficult weeks, I have found music more of a sanctuary than ever.