The barred owl
smacking her beak lips
in the morning light
hunches and turns her back to
the harassing blue jays
no one loves a predator
but I do, I love her
I love how she has come
to us now, this year of
transition, grief, rebirth
she has been in and around
our yard for a few months now
quiescent in the sunlight
way up in the hemlock
visible best from the bedroom
window where our son
no longer sleeps
at dusk she swivels
her head, beginning to wake
her eyes widen
she preens, quickening
ready to scout
thank you, owl
thank you
for your wild, near presence
for your glory
for this grace
Every Monday, I offer a Meditation for Queer Femmes in the spirit of my maternal grandmother, Mimi, who was fabulous, kind, and wise and from whom I inherited her Meditations for Women.
At the Total Femme, my intention is to post three times a week: Meditations for Queer Femmes on Monday, Pingy-Dingy Wednesday on Wednesday and Femme Friday on Friday. Rather than play catch-up in a stressful fashion on those weeks when life prevents posting, I have decided to just move gaily forward: if I miss a Monday, the next post will be on Wednesday, and so on. Thank you, little bottle of antibiotics for inspiring me in this! (“…if it’s almost time for the next dose, skip the missed dose and continue your regular dosing schedule. Don’t take a double dose to make up for a missed one.”)
The Total Femme 