Again, our winter solstice ritual: up at 4 am to drive out to Hilina Pali in the dark pre-dawn. Here in Hawai’i, there is hardly a twilight: it is dark and then one blinks and the sun has risen. The island permits only amber street lights, so as not to interfere with the deep space…
For all of you, with my deepest gratitude, on this Thanksgiving day. Flotsam The storm drives all ashore—thrown stick with dogteeth,twig of twisted pine, thumbnail jellyfish with dark sails fallen, fouled ballast, soapyolivine foam. Everyone here has the same story. We are blown here out of sight of ourselves, staggering and dismayed. Yet we are…
When Don and I arrived at Jenn’s studio, I was only coming to dance with her and other amazing women dancers. Don was only there to try out various options for filming the group, in preparation for a future video of us “dancing my poetry” on the lava at Hilina Pali, or among the koa…
In this moment of equipoise, balance of night and day, we await a full moon lunar eclipse – an eclipse of the deep golden harvest moon, so warm and radiant. I love lunar eclipses, the dark of the moon, the new moon, the winter solstice, all these times of letting go, erasure, darkness and rebirth….
I just got back from a week in the light-flooded red-gold canyons of Ghost Ranch, New Mexico, with a gloriously shining group of women writers. Nearly 120 women, all astonishing writers, of diverse histories and experiences and knowledges and ways of being in the world, gathered for the 2015 AROHO (A Room of Her Own…
The lovely review of Crazing just published in Story Circle Book Reviews begins: “Ruth Thompson’s third volume of poetry looks at aging through lenses of nature—drought ravages, fragments of a decayed fish—gently showing the human mind dropping pieces, the human body changing shape. Taking shape often looks like losing shape; we are called here to…