She Took Her Love For To Awhile
Upon The Fields Of Barley
Since this was posted early, to coincide Mabon, there will be no posts next week.
A Mabon Meditation.
The leaves are dry.
The leaves are brittle.
The leaves scratch the sidewalk.
The leaves are the patchwork cloth of my altar.
The leaves are encircled by the gifts of the land.
The leaves rustle my nerves away.
The leaves sail in on the winds of change.
In His Arms She Fell As Her Hair Came Down
Among The Fields Of Gold
Smooth Tomato Salsa (Salsa Rojo)
Plain (unseasoned) tomato sauce 8 oz.
White onion 1, peeled
Garlic 2 cloves, peeled
Cilantro 1/2 cup, coarsely chopped
Lime juice 2 tbsp
1. In a blender, blend all ingredients.
2. Serve chilled or at room temperature.