Crafting Variety

Unbalanced

Credit to Andy Goldsworthy
Credit to Andy Goldsworthy

Unbalanced
Tightrope without a net
Strung together on threadbare wings

Slid my hand in yours
But you let go
Too much weight

My charred mind
With its coal black thoughts
Left no room for light

Close your eyes and truly see
Your shine is fake
The top down smile doesn’t fool me

Get off your platform
At least I crawled
Emerged covered in mud

Not trying to drag you down
See reality instead
The ground is stronger than the air you walk on

Pull me up and I will counter-weight
Together in a spiral
Until the energy spun connects us both

Swirling, entwined with the universe
Sight clear, voice strong
Light and dark in harmony

Life’s challenges
Ebb and ease
Standing side by side

Amy Dionne, 2015

Crafting Variety

The Gentle Connection

fire at winter BOWI’ve been thinking about my audience lately. My readers. After spending some time visioning, I’ve reached a couple of conclusions.

My voice is meant to be carried through quiet conversations and small gatherings. The messages waiting in my heart do not need to be broadcast. They should be listened to if they are wanted, never forced.

Instead I see friends gathering, groups of three or four or five, meeting for a drink or at the cafe or by the campfire. Perhaps dinner or movie night with a special someone. Candles lit, hearts light, comfy clothes.

Groups like these will go more quickly to that place of understanding, talking about subjects other than weather or sports. Even going past the latest headlines, although discussion may be spurred from them. These types of conversations echo the philosophers of old, the writers and artists, bohemian types, and all sorts of free thinkers. Those willing to dive deep, get messy, and open to new ways of thinking. Those that know themselves, their values, and their hearts.

These are the people I speak to as I write. They read the hushed words and make them resonate off the walls. these thoughts align and light within, and that soft warm flame travels from person to person, group to group. Shared intimately with like minds.

That is the home I seek for my stories and my musings. Listen, feel, and share. It is a gift offered with love, passion, and a yearning for connection.

The gentle kind.

Crafting Variety

Solstice Reflections

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I’m going to reflect on the Solstice briefly tonight, so that I can get back to honoring the earth and her keepers.

What does Litha mean to me?

  • Balance – Days and nights, swapping their time with each other between winter and summer. Warm and cold, light and dark. They return full circle.
  • Connection – As I linger outside, surrounded by green, I feel fully connected to the earth. I see the messengers in the birds, the animals, even the insects. We’ve emerged from our winter and spring shedding layers and breathing in the sun.
  • Heart – The pulse of the sun strengthens, echoing through my blood. The core of the earth, its people, all of its living beings are affected by the shift in the energy.
  • Energy – The pull of the moon and the planets draw us together.


  • I am grateful for the blessings I have, and the ease that the earth provides us during this time of year. Survival is not as much of a struggle in the summer as we will not freeze to death, and the harvest will be on the heels of the solstice. Yet in all things there is balance, and even as we celebrate the light and warmth, the earth reminds us that soon we will be preparing for the opposite. Both cycles have something to teach us, and our transitions are easier when we’re plugged in. We know the subtle changes the earth makes in preparation. We learn to listen in our bones and our blood, feeling the minute adjustments. Be prepared, and learn the earth’s changes. When you do, the seasonal transitions will not be so abrupt.

    Bright blessings.

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