Tending I’ve spent the morning with BrigidGoddess of creativity, poetry, healingand the life-giving force of the flame.We slow-burned under the heat ofthis tremendous sun, scream-shiningon the back of my neck like a kissfrom Nonna, who I can feel crossingthe veil at this midpoint betweenWinter and Spring. It’s tending time.The weight of January is complete.The drudgery… Continue reading POEM A DAY – February 1