"Action" for Photo Friday

Pan I’m going to see The Rite of Luna tomorrow night at the Richard Hugo House with my friend Betsy. Aleister Crowley’s Rites of Eleusis is a series of seven passion plays, and The Rite of Luna is the final installment. I’m not a follower of his work but the oracular cards in my Aleister…

Our revels are now ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial…

“Somehow there’s no more darkness left at all. I’ve soaked up sunlight through a thousand wounds, and now this whiteness that I cloak you in you won’t find even in the Alps: this wind whirls also there on high and stains the snow. Even white roses bear a hint of dust. The ultimate miracle is…

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine….

Repair of the World by Naomi Newman In the beginning before there were any beginnings or endings, there was no place that was not already God. We call this unimaginable openness: Ein Sof, Being without end, world without end, Ein Sof. Then came the urge to give life to our world and us. But there…