Komo Kulshan & the Sisters
Crossing the great water, headed to town, leaving my island home behind. Komo Kulshan & the Sisters.

For the sun and the thaw, I give great thanks.
For the near-full moon rising, I give great thanks.
For the herb garden sleeping beneath the snow, I give great thanks.
For the magical hawthorn tree, still bedecked with prayer ribbons and ornaments for the fae, I give great thanks.
For the northern border of cedar and fir, I give great thanks.
For the deer who come to visit, hoping for apples, I give great thanks.
For the copper heron in the garden and the She Who Watches stone, I give great thanks.


For old friends who arrive early and shovel snow off the driveway, I give great thanks.
For those same old friends who take away a well-loved table that has witnessed many community feasts, I give great thanks.
For the opportunity to continue to gather round that table in their home for years to come, I give great thanks.
For friends and neighbors who arrive by surprise to help with packing when I was so tired I could barely move, I give great thanks.

Heron House gathering room
For this beloved home, built with heart and soul and blood and broken bones, I give great thanks.
For all the music this house has held, I give great thanks.
For all the art and all the writing this house has nurtured, I give great thanks.
For every fire kindled in the beach-stone hearth, I give great thanks.
For all the love this house has held, I give great thanks.

Fireplace at Heron House
For the memory of my dad’s 90th birthday party, and later his memorial service at the grange, I give great thanks.
For a decade of St. Lucia parties, I give great thanks.
For women’s circles when hearts opened and tears flowed, I give great thanks.
For rising before dawn every Summer Solstice to greet the sun, I give great thanks.
For wandering dark beaches under a full silver moon, I give thanks.
For sitting in Pop’s old rocking chair on the front porch, sometimes alone and sometimes with another, I give great thanks.
For all the years I was graced to live here, I give great thanks.
For the woman and her loved ones who will live here soon, I give great thanks.
For this island that has held my heart forever it seems, I give great thanks.
For this home where my roots went down oh so deep, I give great thanks.
For love and belonging, always, I give great thanks.

I give great thanks and a kiss goodbye.

Rosemary in the snow

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