Author Archives: whitecatgrove

About whitecatgrove

The musings of a Druid priestess, singer, poet and musician in Upstate New York.

Creepy-crawly: The virtues of the Fomhoire

In the vision, the ants loom like giants — akin to a horror film. And similarly gigantic, a catbird appears with its keen black eye and gobbles them up. It then takes flight and then lands, appropriately catbird-sized, on Brighid’s … Continue reading

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Poem: Baubo

You don’t want the drink — your hand in the air in polite declining, stark as a branch blasted by drought, naked and beyond thirst. The sun bakes the roof tiles above, but here all is shadowed and cold with … Continue reading

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Eight of Cups: Leaving one path and finding another

The Eight of Cups has always haunted me. Its image: A traveler headed toward the hills, lit by the full moon, cloak unfurled and walking stick in hand. Behind her, a stack of shining goblets, beautiful in the moon’s light. … Continue reading

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No Maypole? No problem! Tips on celebrating the Feast of Flowering

No doubt they rose up early to observe The rite of May, and hearing our intent Came here in grace our solemnity. — Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream The great hinge of the year swings to Beltaine, the Feast of … Continue reading

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Poem: Goldilocks

What can one small girl do against three bears? Settle into a chair: Is that a crime When you have all three — soft, hard and just right? You weren’t even there to sit in them.   In the wildwood, … Continue reading

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You can do it: On excellence, “talent” and 10,000 hours

“That pose you did — it’s like poetry. I could never do it,” a woman says to me after our morning yoga class. I’ve practiced yoga on and off for at least 17 years, and there are some poses — … Continue reading

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Poem: Equinox

The blue has returned, a harbinger of the next generation of robins, the bold hydrangeas on the neighbor’s bush   but that’s all in the planning just now. There is white snow and shreds of white cloud the meltwater rushing … Continue reading

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