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A dragon branch weaving by Sarah Batchelder

Thoughts on weaving, writing, stories, and life.

  • Early “retirement”

    Early “retirement”

    It was bittersweet to receive this lovely card from one of the admin departments last week for hitting 15 years with my organization. Three of those years were as an intermittent librarian, as I also worked at the Arizona Health Sciences Library as an information associate while going to school. When I finally got the… Read more

  • In the middle of the night

    In the middle of the night

    I woke to the sounds of laughter and screaming.A group of raucous teenagers walking down the road?NoA pack of coyotes was singing in front of the house.I popped out of bedWith a joyous heartHoping to catch a glimpse of themFrom the window.My nervous dog followedAnd I didn’t want her barking.Cautiously, I peered out the windowBut… Read more

  • There is so much

    There is so much

    Happening in my life right now. It’s overwhelming. I’m trying to remember to be kind to myself. Take more time for breath work. Snuggle. And to try to appreciate the beauty that appears suddenly in front of me. Read more

  • The Pangs of June 2022

    The Pangs of June 2022

    I, like many American women, am having some difficulties processing everything spewing from SCOTUS these days….. My ability to focus is not where I would like it to be and my writing has been very short and erratic bursts meant only for journals – not for sharing. So I have been experimenting with haiku. The… Read more

  • Dog loss

    Dog loss

    I buried my dog’s ashes yesterday. Outside next to the succulents, where she had already started a small hole: Read more

  • Old, Old Earth Magick

    Old, Old Earth Magick

    One of Earth’sOldest magicks Are wise womenWho sprout like weedsThroughout generations.Churches and powersCan try to control and exterminate them thru radical means.Yet even disconnectedFrom Ancestral Knowledge,These women will sprout and grow into the Collective WisdomTo tend, nourish, heal,And start spreading…Rhizomes ready, Seeds scattered Everywhere.Blown by the windSavored by soilWe find our wayTo Mother EarthAnd Know. Read more