The Time of Writing has Arrived!

For those of you writing, I'll get to your entries as soon as possible. But I'm right in the middle of university finals right now, so my time and mental capacity are limited. However, after a week or so, I'll pay more attention to you.

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If you celebrate Bealtaine, enjoy. If you celebrate spring, enjoy. If you don't celebrate anything at all, enjoy.

Mother's Day is coming up. Of course it's been commercialized like everything else. Yet, are you aware that it started as a peace day? Julia Ward Howe, the same woman who wrote the Battle Hymn of the Republic, called for mothers to work for peace after the devastation of the American Civil War.

Visit [link] for more information.

Question: Do other countries have days that recognize parents?
Just curious. Drop me a line if you have input.

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Poem to Share:

Heavy Woman by Sylvia Plath

Irrefutable, beautifully smug
As Venus, pedestalled on a half-shell
Shawled in blond hair and the salt
Scrim of a sea breeze, the women
Settle in their belling dresses.
Over each weighty stomach a face
Floats calm as a moon or a cloud.

Smiling to themselves, they meditate
Devoutly as the Dutch bulb
Forming its twenty petals.
The dark still nurses its secret.
On the green hill, under the thorn trees,
They listen for the millennium,
The knock of the small, new heart.

Pink-buttoned infants attend them.
Looping wool, doing nothing in particular,
They step among the archetypes.
Dusk hoods them in Mary-blue
While far off, the axle of winter
Grinds round, bearing down the straw,
The star, the wise grey men.