Goddess Cycling

A poem for the full moon, and for solstice.  This one also has a tune, though I'm still lacking a way to play it for you except in person.  One of these days, that will change.  Though I did sing it at Barisha's housefilk tonight. 

After I laid down for a brief nap and woke up six hours later...

Goddess Cycling
by: Deirdre M. Murphy


The Maiden Emerging sprouts the seeds
She blesses our lives with crops and weeds
She wakes up everything
The summer’s gifts to bring
She knows our dreams precede our deeds

The Mother of Bounty bids us grow,
The full flower of loving now to know
The height of youth and health
Nurturing autumn wealth
She cares for all the seeds we sow

The Lady of Harvest fills our needs
Her bounty produces our new seeds
She comes with wrinkles clear
She shows us winter’s near
Death comes to everyone she feeds

The Old Crone of Waiting brings us snow
She shows each of us our time to go
She keeps us safe through death
She promises rebirth
And in the spring, our seeds will grow

Copypright 2004 Deirdre M. Murphy.  Most rights reserved.

I wrote this on October 27, 2004*, during a total lunar eclipse; some called it a “blood moon” since it was so red; after viewing the photos, however, I thought of it as the “Chocolate Moon”.

*except for the line I rewrote today. Amazing what happens when you revisit a song after more practice.

Goddess Cycling

A poem for the full moon, and for solstice.  This one also has a tune, though I'm still lacking a way to play it for you except in person.  One of these days, that will change.  Though I did sing it at Barisha's housefilk tonight. 

After I laid down for a brief nap and woke up six hours later...

Goddess Cycling
by: Deirdre M. Murphy


The Maiden Emerging sprouts the seeds
She blesses our lives with crops and weeds
She wakes up everything
The summer’s gifts to bring
She knows our dreams precede our deeds

The Mother of Bounty bids us grow,
The full flower of loving now to know
The height of youth and health
Nurturing autumn wealth
She cares for all the seeds we sow

The Lady of Harvest fills our needs
Her bounty produces our new seeds
She comes with wrinkles clear
She shows us winter’s near
Death comes to everyone she feeds

The Old Crone of Waiting brings us snow
She shows each of us our time to go
She keeps us safe through death
She promises rebirth
And in the spring, our seeds will grow

Copypright 2004 Deirdre M. Murphy.  Most rights reserved.

I wrote this on October 27, 2004*, during a total lunar eclipse; some called it a “blood moon” since it was so red; after viewing the photos, however, I thought of it as the “Chocolate Moon”.

*except for the line I rewrote today. Amazing what happens when you revisit a song after more practice.

Writing and Fear

So, a few days ago, I asked you, my readers, what you'd like to see from me in this journal.  More than one person said fiction, and I did do an experimental piece for Friday.  But so far, I haven't gotten very many questions (though, of course, you can head over there any time and put in your exotic coins' worth). 

Today I thought I'd tackle one of the questions you did leave for me, and, since tigertoy  answered first, let's start with one of his.

tigertoy asked, are there things I fear writing about? Or to be more precise, he asked, “Do stories you're afraid to tell ever get in the way of what you're trying to work on?”

And then #storycraft today started out by asking what people are afraid of when they rewrite.  Which pretty much cemented which of tigertoy's questions I'd tackle today.

Hmm……what does fear have to do with writing? There are online conversations I decline to post comments in due to the conviction that the people already posting to the thread will interpret what I say very differently than I mean it, and pointless unpleasantness will follow. But when it comes to fiction?

You know, I see the periodic flamewars (“racefail” and the like), and my first reaction is to despair that, as writers, we can ever address such issues in fiction in a way that won’t cause spitting contests. And even if we can, I don’t want to risk being at the center of a shitstorm like that, or to end up apologizing for trying my best and, inevitably, being imperfect.  And I decide to swear off the topic forever. So, I guess you could say that there’s some elements of fear when I’m in that mode of thought.

But when I start to write, there’s no room for that. My mind is juggling characters and world building and theme and mood and word choice and punctuation and…so much stuff. There’s far more than I’m aware of consciously—I know it because often on the first re-read, I see foreshadowing for things that took me by surprise as I wrote them.  While I'm writing, fear and all the other personal clutter falls away, albeit temporarily.

And then, from another perspective, I take a look at my own writing and wonder who I’m trying to kid when I say I’ll never touch a controversial topic like race with a ten foot pole.

For instance—what is Fireborn about, anyway? Sure, on one level it’s the story of a kid discovering who she is.

But it’s so much more. It’s a story about the obvious ways people are different from each other, that people look different and are shaped different, and how that shapes their interactions, how they see each other, what they think of each other, and so on. And isn’t that the essence of how we define race in our society?

Of course, Fireborn is also a story about the less obvious ways people are different, different in invisible ways until you see their talents or their actions. Being fireborn is one invisible difference—but so is how a character reacts to fear. When you meet someone who is different, what comes first, fear or curiosity? When you know someone, and then find out something new about them, what rules your behavior, fear or friendship?

Writing and Fear

So, a few days ago, I asked you, my readers, what you'd like to see from me in this journal.  More than one person said fiction, and I did do an experimental piece for Friday.  But so far, I haven't gotten very many questions (though, of course, you can head over there any time and put in your exotic coins' worth). 

Today I thought I'd tackle one of the questions you did leave for me, and, since tigertoy  answered first, let's start with one of his.

tigertoy asked, are there things I fear writing about? Or to be more precise, he asked, “Do stories you're afraid to tell ever get in the way of what you're trying to work on?”

And then #storycraft today started out by asking what people are afraid of when they rewrite.  Which pretty much cemented which of tigertoy's questions I'd tackle today.

Hmm……what does fear have to do with writing? There are online conversations I decline to post comments in due to the conviction that the people already posting to the thread will interpret what I say very differently than I mean it, and pointless unpleasantness will follow. But when it comes to fiction?

You know, I see the periodic flamewars (“racefail” and the like), and my first reaction is to despair that, as writers, we can ever address such issues in fiction in a way that won’t cause spitting contests. And even if we can, I don’t want to risk being at the center of a shitstorm like that, or to end up apologizing for trying my best and, inevitably, being imperfect.  And I decide to swear off the topic forever. So, I guess you could say that there’s some elements of fear when I’m in that mode of thought.

But when I start to write, there’s no room for that. My mind is juggling characters and world building and theme and mood and word choice and punctuation and…so much stuff. There’s far more than I’m aware of consciously—I know it because often on the first re-read, I see foreshadowing for things that took me by surprise as I wrote them.  While I'm writing, fear and all the other personal clutter falls away, albeit temporarily.

And then, from another perspective, I take a look at my own writing and wonder who I’m trying to kid when I say I’ll never touch a controversial topic like race with a ten foot pole.

For instance—what is Fireborn about, anyway? Sure, on one level it’s the story of a kid discovering who she is.

But it’s so much more. It’s a story about the obvious ways people are different from each other, that people look different and are shaped different, and how that shapes their interactions, how they see each other, what they think of each other, and so on. And isn’t that the essence of how we define race in our society?

Of course, Fireborn is also a story about the less obvious ways people are different, different in invisible ways until you see their talents or their actions. Being fireborn is one invisible difference—but so is how a character reacts to fear. When you meet someone who is different, what comes first, fear or curiosity? When you know someone, and then find out something new about them, what rules your behavior, fear or friendship?