Full Moon January 3, 2026

‍

Singing yet, the Ancient One lifted the head of her daughter

and sent it spinning upward until it reached the top branch

of the tree. It settled there and began to shine, it radiance

growing every more brilliant as she sang.

                                      —from a version of one Sky Woman story told by Paula Gunn Allen

‍

As I am sad beneath my anger

the moon sees below every cover

& as I thrash defended from grief

deep changes occur to the moon in every moment

the whole world alike in this cyclical

shimmy, shake, drop, and rise‍

‍

Please (I ask)

be courageous & listen for wisdom

in this new year, just like last year

and all the years before

‍

May there be such grace as winter requires

so that summer finds us together

in circle with those to whom we are bound

in love & grace, in forgiving & strength

‍

Under the belly of the cosmos

may we be nourished & give back

oh yes, let us give ourselves away entirely

‍

My life in total one death poem

beetles and bees dancing

in the warm belonging of us together.