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Merry Festivus and Happy Gorilladays

Hi everyone!

Merry Festivus! May your grievances be airy and your heart be light!

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So are your fangs out and eyes dark enjoying all those forbidden holiday treats? Don’t go too overboard, but enjoy. That’s part of the point of “The Vampire Diet“…being a real person, not some perfect automaton, not a mechanical calorimeter in tennis shoes.

If you want to feed your ears and your brains as well as your tummies, the new “Menage A Tarot” podcast is now available on iTunes, Stitcher, Tunein, and of course www.menageatarot.com. This month: “The 1000 Lb Gorilla in a Santa Suit”

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Happy Holidays!

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Congratulations NASA

Poem in celebration of the successful Orion test lauch 5 December 2014

I’ve loved they space program since Apollo. I’m old enough that I actually remember sitting next to my Dad watching the first moon landing. I still have a hunch he was the one who convinced mom to let me get up to watch. Of course, like every other four year old in the nation, that was the moment I decided to be an astronaut when I grew up. It was also the moment my lifelong interest in space exploration and astronomy was born. Want to live a little poetry? Go out in the middle of a winter night to watch a lunar eclipse. Wrap your head around what that silent, blurry dot of a comet really means. Marvel that human beings could figure it all out. We’re pretty remarkable little monkeys when we let ourselves be.

Had to laugh, my very uptight, self-doubting, constrained, prim, proper mother caught herself telling my husband what a rambunctious little “space monkey” I was in those days. (Prabably because of the major campaign I’d waged to watch a night launch of one of the later Apollo flights…didn’t work, the old lady still made me go to bed on time since it was a school night, but it was a pretty epic effort for a little kid). I think she was really worried that she’d offend me by saying that…in her evangelical and racist-south world, calling someone a monkey has some pretty dark implications…and she really didn’t know what to think when I busted out laughing and LOVED it. Space Monkey? I’ll take it. I still love space exploration, and am totally geeked over the Orion launch yesterday. A whole program named after my favorite constillation, it’s kismet.

So here’s to you NASA

Orion Sleeps Tonight

Once I tried to find myself

In the bottom of a wishing well

The coins that I cast in there

Too precious for a faceless one

To keep

Over my shoulder the night time sky

Far away diamonds on fire

Looking up, a man I saw there

Looking down, over fields you came

To me

A friend in the stars

Is one to keep

But a love to touch

Is a precious thing

Tonight Orion sleeps

In the nights of Orion’s sleep

Wind in the trees no longer speaks

Your love is the only thing that I know

Under the moon’s gemstone glow

Tonight

The stars are the same a lifetime through

Unmoved by anything that we do

Their distant reassurances though

Pale in the light of the closeness we know

As love

A friend in the stars

Is one to keep

But a love to touch

Is a precious thing

Tonight Orion Sleeps

“Orion Sleeps Tonight” is featured in “Triquetra: The Dance of Worlds”. Please click HERE to order the kindle version

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“Triquetra: The Dance of Worlds” is copyright Ronda Snow, all rights reserved. This individual poem may be freely shared  as part of  this post, with noncommercial, no-derivative attribution, under the creative commmons license below.

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