Spring Equinox in North Carolina



As I walked the trails yesterday In the North Carolina Arboretum, I breathed it in: the end of winter, the start of spring. With each step, the earth kissed my feet with gravity and steadied me, just in time to keep me from falling all the way into despair, just in the new season’s nick of time to hold me up. She whispered to my hamster mind to STOP its dizzying whirl. All around me, she displayed Her course-correcting beauties. Alongside me, Her creek rushed in joy, announcing over and over the return of hope. She melted my stiff stance with sunlight, and She set me back to balance. At Spring Equinox’s beginning of bud and blossom, I wish everyone in the world Her gift of balance.








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In the North Carolina Arboretum yesterday



Keep Your Wildness Alive

Keep Your Wildness Alive


okay you nun you,

go ahead and pray but don’t forget

after your monastic routine calms

you down to neutral,

don’t forget I’m waiting,

even then, waiting my chance

to pounce on any passion scrap

I see on the street!


I am the heroic delinquent you

pray for, sister.

I am the indolent trickster you chide

and you had better

open your door to me or

you will blow!

But oh, go ahead,


feels so good—

not your goody good, but the kind

of chaos that makes the stars.

Where do you think you come

from anyway, sister?


Don’t worry it won’t

hurt to be wild— you can

be 100 plus in age and leap

on the page.

Sparks can fly

and the paper stays cool.

Your renegade can do

the strangest things in a poem,

and if anyone

can pin it on you,

they’ll know it made you grow.


So do dare to

please yourself,

dare to give up pleasing

the rest. Who gives a hoot?

You do? Don’t.

Only do have the nerve

to risk and gamble,

frisk and gambol

for the queen of you!

Please the queen, I say! Delight

in your wild wild ways.


Let coyote make you

write something crazy. Be ditzy!

Walk in a thunderstorm looking

for lightning. Soak

in a moonbath of outrageous.

Give your rowdy

center page.

It might turn into

a poem, it might

open up

your whole life!

© Susa Silvermarie

Full Moon February 2014

Piano ecstacy


Entering the Fire of Love

Mary Oliver’s poem, Sunrise, seems fitting for this time of the stirrings of new life. I share also, her poem Spring, because in February we celebrate Love, and to me one of its most hopeful forms is the animal joy evoked by the lengthening sunlight.

February 2 honors the turning of the sun year’s Wheel to the halfway point between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox. The fire festival of Candlemas is also known as Holy Bridget’s Day, and as Imbolc, which translates variously as in the belly or ewe’s milk, for the time of lambing.

On that day this year, I made merry with five sisters around a ceremonial fire, and we used the inspiration of the flames to transform and pray for the world, each of us in our own way renewing our passionate love of this life. I revitalized my commitment to my creative work, praying that the instrument of my Being make beautiful word music in the world!

May this time of initiation brighten you, also, and may you illumine your corner of the world.

Making the eBook Physical

What’s an old school reader who craves to hold a physical book in her hands to do, when there’s something we long to read that is available only in a digital format? First, go ahead and Sigh. Then, download a free Kindle reading app suited to your computer.


Next, download that e-Book that is NOT physical. Now follow the rest of the instructions, which are purely physical!

Make up for what you crave, this way: Fix yourself a cup of coffee or pour yourself a glass of wine. Sit in your most comfortable chair with your laptop, or drag the rocker to your desktop. Turn down the room lights, turn up the screen lights, and settle in to read. Once you’re immersed in a book, you know what happens. You enter its world. Soon enough, the fact that it isn’t a physical book may even be— heavens—forgotten!

Tomorrow January 14 is the final day for my e-book Giveaway on Amazon. Tales from My Teachers on the Alzheimer’s Unit is a digital read, but now you know how to make the experience physical.