this is our state capitol in montpelier, a few days back a little one, maybe 6 years old, and her mama were standing in the grass and she said, oh mama it's so pretty, is that where president obama lives?
on it's tomb-top stands the goddess of agriculture, grain and bread; her name is demeter. her roman name is ceres.
i am always pleased to witness this golden lady up there keeping her eye on things.
this spring though not particularly warm has been wildly green...and abundant.

a little writing to share with you xo

her chest houses the solar system..
elongations,
oppositions,
flare-ups and stars.
her name could be aurora,
or lunar,
or halley.

from the greek wanderer came planets.
from under my feet shooting stars and fireflies.

i tried to stay up all night, like them, but my eyes wouldn't let me.
now the birds are telling a different story
as i watch the light lay itself across the damp grasses.

it's a story that rises and falls,
it's the rhythm of my breath.


be well xo