Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Walking the labyrinth, sharing in a time of celebration with a group
of women. Winter solstice is a time of reflection, thus in the following
writing it is called Soulstice.

December is a woman clothed in saffron
sunsets with stars in her earlobes and
firelight in the palms of her hands. She's
the dancer to the music of the spheres,
the mystery behind the veil of time,
soul searcher, heat seeker, safe keeper
of candlelight, starlight, moonlight, lamplight.
On the longest night of the year the
heart of darkness pulses and glows,
with her blazing embers, scarlet
berries, exit lights and night lights,
blood oranges and red wine, wild
roses, henna tattoos, ruby slippers, silver
bells, amber beads and tangerines, a
saints gilded halo, crimson poppies
and pomegranate seeds. Turn on your
inner light....It's SOULstice time.

SKIRT magazine, Dec 2002