Stardust Meadow

A couple of months ago on a gorgeous summer evening I had this amazing encounter with a bat.   It really moved me so I did what most ridiculous people do these days and I posted on social media. “I just happened upon a bat trapped in my living room. I was so startled I dropped the hummus I was carrying. Swiftly, I fully opened the outside door, leaving the lights off and lay down on my back to watch echolocation in action. What a perfectly elegant creature... Swooping, signaling, receiving and exiting. No drama. They are quiet, gentle animals and I’m thrilled that they’re dwelling near my house” There were a great deal of “likes” and support for my statement but one woman asked me later, “How could you do that?”   Confused I asked her what she meant and she replied, “Most people panic and freak out. Even the ones that don’t freak out definitely do not see it as something amazing or beautiful.”   I thought about this before I replied to her. ...

I was recently at a witches gathering where I attended a Spirit Gallery and the psychic there told me my dead grandmother was going to help me unravel a family curse. Yeah, if your life is boring, give something like that a whirl. Whether you believe any of that first sentence or not, what is coming next is exceptionally important. It has to do with feminism, and patriarchy, politics and history, lost arts, money, time, death, religion and the proof of paternity. When tracing your ancestral line, papers and websites are convenient for tracing the paternal line- it goes by last name of course, and connecting the belts can get you to a previous century without much confusion or detective work. And, of course, the more money the family had, the more "things" were passed down and the more proud the families were about where they came from.  However, what I am following is the umbilical cords-- my mother lineage-- My, mother’s mother’s mother’s mo...