Terra Austeria

Earthbound August, pinned beneath the south winds. What else is there to do in this weather but dream of flying? 

A month of wings and sun and daylight moons.

Crossroads

 September, 2020.

A crossroad, according to folklore, is a place between places, neither here nor there. It's no surprise then that I seek them, dream about them, a place that's nowhere; free from the world and the ties that bind, my disintegrating marriage and the pressures of responsibility. If I were nowhere, maybe I could be my own true self, or even just exist, without being ground down under this relentless weight.Turning into dust.

Last year, I likened myself to a moth in a lampshade, and I suppose it's still true, but the transformations of this summer have set me completely on fire. 

I'm not interested in becoming moth-ash, or dust, or any of the sad remains that litter so many glass globe lights. Instead, I dream of flying to the crossroads on my flaming wings, heat streaming upward, into nothing, nowhere, freedom. 

Black Witch Moth

The black witch moth likes to lurk in dark doorways at night. In Mexico, its appearance is seen as an omen of death, but in the United States, it's more often a sign that money is coming. In Jamaica. it is called the duppy bat, and is the embodiment of a lost or restless soul. 

Whatever meaning you might give it, if you should startle one on your way home in the dark, it can give you quite a fright. 

Eumorpha Vitis Vitis

A Vine Sphinx moth takes shelter beneath the light. 

A sign of things hidden, keeping secrets..