Occupations

My blog deadline last week coincided with my sister’s visit—a very brief, fun visit. 

Even before that, one of my projects had grabbed me, shoved me in my chair, and said Pay attention! So I did.

I continued to pay attention during my sister’s visit. And since. And now.

Just before the visit, I caught sight of my Lady Bank’s rose bush—which had come to full bloom while my back was turned. Here it is, in all its glory:

The project I’m working on (in tandem with my sci fi conclusion) is my retelling of The Goose Girl tale. Right now, I’m in love with my heroine, who knows her own failures but surprises herself in not giving up.

Her world is set in a distance past, with a pantheistic viewpoint. There are parallels with our present day need to honor our Mother Earth. I leave you with the beginnings of a poem that accompanies it.

Song of Earth and Sky

Earth’s chief consorts were fierce gold Sun,
gentle Blue Sky and his brother Storm. 
They shared Earth’s favors without a fight.

Sky’s dim-lit sisters Dusk and Dawn
gave birth to Winds both soft and strong.
Dark Night’s stars glinted with delight.

Earth the Mother begot plants from dews,
gave birth to towering oaks and yews.
Shy mushrooms hid from Sun’s great light.

Sun’s strong rays helped Earth bring forth
flowers and grasses from south to north.
Ivy climbed, moss crept, shrubs stood upright.

Earth’s consorts had good cause to ask
who fathered slug. Lizard loved to bask
in warmth, Sun’s fatherhood made clear.

. . .