Crossing the field, Mira joined the Bone Whisperer beside the fire where she presided over a scorched pot of darkness. Perched on her battered chair, the Bone Whisperer ladled Mira a cup and taking it, cautiously, the younger woman inhaled. Not recognizing the infusion, but mindful of her manners, she cocked her head, “You give me tea, Mother of Twilight?”
“It will help you to do your work,” came the gruff reply.
Mira dared not drink. And seeing this, the woman added, “It opens a window to the sky. …
“Grandmother Crow, Oh Grandmother Crow,” cried the child-ee fowl.
Their hopes all chastened and christened.
Their darkness be-nighted to listen.
“Tell us the ways to fly bright.”
“Little Beaks, Little Beaks,” now Grandmother speaks.
“You are hinged on the wings of upwelling.
You will soar to arise with delight.
As you follow your heart in its swelling.
You will spiral upon pillars of light.”
© 2020 Pamela Edwards
More than 50,000 New Zealanders have returned home since the pandemic disrupted life worldwide — me among them. Having quelled Covid-19’s spread in the community, New Zealanders plan to keep it that way. So on arrival at the airport, returning Kiwis go direct to a government-provided hotel where our countdown to arrival begins.
Welcome home to 14-days of ‘managed isolation.’ It’s an inside job. Doom with a view anyone?
In my case, I’m staying with my partner Alan in a 250-square foot room. So far, so good. The first nine days have passed like any other Blursday in 2020. After all, we are seasoned veterans of sheltering-in-place. Along with most of the world, in March, we had weeks of nail-biting ‘lock-down’ without the benefit of knowing as much as we know now about Covid-19. …