Personal reflections and seasonal thoughts. These entries trace mood, memory and creative undercurrents as they surface, shift and settle.
August brings us the Sturgeon Moon, named by Native Americans after the time of year when sturgeon were most readily caught in the Great Lakes. Like many traditional full moon names, you’ve probably noticed it isn’t really about the moon at all, it’s about paying attention to other stuff. Long before smart phones – even … Continue reading The Sturgeon Moon…
Last week’s solar eclipse stirred an unexpected memory. As I stood outside in my garden watching daylight briefly change – albeit not as dramatically as I’d expected – I realised I was standing in almost the same place I’d been during the eclipse of the 1990s. Back then, though, I wasn’t at home. I was … Continue reading The Places That Keep Us…
An experimental narrative that dismantles the comforting illusion that memory acts as a reliable record. In truth, no two people remember the same dead person because memory is not an observation, it’s a distortion. Schema shows us that the most powerful hauntings are those we write ourselves through belief and repetition. The man who lived and … Continue reading Schema…
July’s full moon, known as the Buck Moon, marks the time when deer grow new antlers. Soft at first, they harden into weapons. It’s a moon bound to transformation under pressure. Within The Summer of Shadows, July brings heat. Not the pleasant warmth of long evenings, but the oppressive kind that alters perception. Heat distorts time, blurs judgment, … Continue reading The Buck Moon…
It’s cool up north. Fresh wind. A jacket feels sensible. Bed socks aren’t entirely unreasonable. A week spent in the south was another matter. Restless nights on sweat-dampened sheets. Clammy skin. Hair clinging to the back of my neck. The curious heaviness that arrives after too many hot days in a row, when thoughts seem … Continue reading The Horned Black Beast…
We expect ghosts to arrive after midnight, announced by flickering lights, thunderstorms, creaking stairs and long, echoing corridors. We wait for darkness before giving ourselves permission to feel uneasy, as though fear keeps sensible office hours. But why? I’ve often wondered whether the brightest hours of the day might be just as unsettling. There are … Continue reading Afternoon Ghosts…
Summer has a reputation for brightness, long days, blue skies, holidays and freedom. But there’s another side to summer. A subtler side. The heat that shimmers above roads, blurring the distance, the way empty streets seem to hum in the baking afternoon sun with the suggestion of something about to happen, and the oppressive stillness … Continue reading Emergence: When the Past Refuses to Stay Buried…
June’s full moon takes its name from a fleeting harvest. Strawberries ripen quickly, and if not gathered at the right moment, they’re lost. Tonight’s Strawberry Moon, therefore, is bound to timing. And with it begins the shift into the Summer of Shadows. Summer is often framed as a season of freedom and light and exploration. But … Continue reading The Strawberry Moon…
Spring merges into summer and days stretch further till evenings almost refuse to close out. In some ways it’s a welcome relief to feel warmth returning and to have more daylight hours. And yet there’s something about the light, isn’t there? It’s different. Stronger and more direct. Dare I say, less forgiving? It reaches into … Continue reading The Shadows of Summer…
I found it beside the main road, resting openly beneath a bush and gleaming white against the dark soil as though it had been deliberately placed there to be noticed. It was almost ceremonial in its positioning. It was also small enough to fit in my palm. So I brought it home with me. And … Continue reading Cranium Cuniculi…
R. H. DIXON 