Author Archives: Hecate Demeter

Words for Wednesday

Rain, First Morning 


Rain falls across the avenues.

What can I say anymore that might be

equal to this sound, some hushed

drumming that stays past the gravelly

surge of the bus. In the apartment complex

a songbird strikes a high glass note above those

rushing to work, uneasy under umbrellas.

Is it they who are meant,

is it me who is meant, my listening,

my constant struggle to live on my terms,

unexemplary, trying always to refuse

anything but the field, the wooden rowboat,

veils of wind in the pine.

Films of gold in my throat as I say out loud

the ancient words that overlay

isolation. And yet I miss stillness

when it opens, like a lamp in full sunlight.

I’m ready to sense the storm before the trees

reveal it, their leaves shuffling

in thick waves of air. I have said to myself

This too is no shelter but perhaps the pitch of quiet

is just a loose respite from heat and loss,

where despite ourselves the rain makes hazy

shapes of our bones. Despite ourselves

we fall silent—each needle of rain hits the ground.

Whoever stops to listen might hear water

folded in the disk of a spine, a river

barely move. A bird ticking on a wire.

I no longer believe in a singing that keeps

anything intact. But in the silence

after the raincall that restores, for a moment

at least, me to my most partial

self. The one content to blur

into the dark smoke of rain.

Picture found here.

Monday at the Movies

Spectacular reviews. I’m just not sure I can watch it.

Is the Old Irish Prophecy True?

If you liked Diana Beresford-Kroeger‘s interview (posted here), the Irish scientist raised on Brehon law and ogham writing, (the Celtic tree alphabet), you can see lots more of her in the documentary Borealis.

Or you can watch another interview with here here.

Her book, To Speak for the Trees, can be purchased here.

How To Save the World

Plant trees.

“Diana Beresford-Kroeger’s connection to trees stems from an ancient Irish prophecy she heard in childhood. And she thinks trees are crucial in addressing climate change.” More here.

You Know What to Do

The election of a judge to the Wisconsin Supreme Court will likely determine the outcome of the 2024 presidential election and some other important issues, as well.

Let’s get it right.

Words for Wednesday

Dirge Without Music

~ Edna St. Vincent Millay

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.

So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.  Crowned

With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.

Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.

Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.

A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,

A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.

The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love,—

They are gone.  They are gone to feed the roses.  Elegant and curled

Is the blossom.  Fragrant is the blossom.  I know.  But I do not approve.

More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave

Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;

Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.

I know.  But I do not approve.  And I am not resigned.


Picture found here.

What If the World Is Magical?

Monday at the Movies

President Biden screened this movie at the White House last week. We can’t look away.

It Starts With Breath

At the end of a long and busy day yesterday, I settled down at last with a cup of tea and a book. I realized that the only sounds I could hear were rain on the roof and the off-sync snoring of two curled up cats. I stopped. Took some deep breaths. Consciously became really present in that moment, letting myself spread out and occupy the time-space location where this was taking place. To really make myself a part of that. Everything peaceful. Everything in its place. Everything working together to help me to remember what it feels like to be restful, quiet, safe.

I think often of something I read a while back that pointed out that, while trauma, stress, and fear literally change our brain structure, so does healing. So does healing. So does healing. Being calm, at peace, secure, happy — those things change our brain, too. In a good way. Not in a way that necessarily undoes what’s been done by trauma, etc., but in a way that equips us to continue to cope, to be happy and healthy.

Can you stop and give yourself a bit of that right now? It starts with attention. It starts with breath.


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(Belated) Words for Wednesday

Snow Moon – Black Bear Gives Birth

~ Mary Oliver

It was not quite spring,

it was the gray flux before.

Out of the black wave of sleep

she turned,

enormous beast,

and welcomed the little ones,

blind pink islands no bigger than shoes.

She washed them;

she nibbled them with white teeth

like white tusks;

she curled down beside them

like a horizon.

They snuggled.

Each knew what it was;

an original, formed in the whirlwind,

with no recognitions between itself

and the first steams of creation.


they nuzzled her huge flank

until she spilled over,

and they pummeled

and pulled her tough nipples,

and she gave them the rich river.


Picture found here.