Dear
Friends,
First, some recent news: Through the miracle of print-on-demand
publishing, I was able to design a line of VISION AND A VERSE BLANK
JOURNALS AND NOTEBOOKS featuring some of my own favorite
V&V photographic moments on the covers. I'm hoping the covers – a
Kerry rainbow, Yeats' Waterfall, and of course – an open book! - will act
as creative prompts on your own artistic journey. Happy journaling!
And sketching… writing… collaging… painting…. doodling… I plan to add more
cover designs before the holidays, so check this site. If interested, allow a business week for printing
and two weeks for economy shipping. Express and priority shipping are also
available.
Over the summer, I was happy to have poems appear in BRAIDED WAY MAGAZINE
and ARLINGTON LITERARY JOURNAL (ArLiJo) ; I was especially
honored and delighted to be invited to read at the 11th NYC POETRY FESTIVAL.
COMING UP, I'm very much looking forward to being part of the exhibition THE LIFE OF WATER at PhotoPlace Gallery, Middlebury, Vermont, opening on
September 28th and in the gallery thru October 21, 2022.
Curator Ann Jastrab put together (in her own words)
"a magical set of images"; I'm thrilled that my photograph "Cauldron" is part
of this. Click here for more info
and to view the on-line exhibition gallery.
So here we are at the
Autumn Equinox - Mabon – when day and night are of equal
length. Named after the god of Welsh mythology in Celtic folklore, Mabon is
essentially a harvest festival. Ancient Celts and pagans used this day to
give thanks to nature for a good harvest, celebrating Mother Earth for her
abundance and gifts. It was sometimes called "The Witch's Thanksgiving".
It was also a festival of balance, harmony
and reflection. What have we reaped? What will we sow next?
Summer's end. Autumn's start; a threshold I'm
reluctant to cross, but I'll give thanks at the ocean. The photo is a
poignant moment I observed; the poem is a very simple tanka I wrote
(5 lines, 5-7-5-7-7 syllables) inspired by the image.
I'm wishing you a plentiful harvest to give thanks for;
may we all recognize the need to share the Earth's fruits in the coming winter
months.
How can I be sure?
The future roils before me
the past tags behind…
Either way I drown in love --
never as brave as I look.
©photograph & text copyright Margaret McCarthy 2022