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and Welcome!




Here you will find Kathy Brisley expressing her personality.  I don’t know why you ended up here, but here’s who I am:

*  A poet and dreamer

*  Member of a pretty great clan – the Brisley Family

*  A believer that the Earth is our Mother

*  A follower of the Wiccan Path.  Sound scary?  Please visit The Witches’ Voice FAQ page for very well written explanations of what Wicca is and is not.

*  One who remembers Pan and Selene

*  A big fan of Harley Davidson motorcycles and the annual Am Jam, held right here in Cobleskill, New York

*  A secretary for the Student Affairs Office at SUNY Cobleskill

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Niagara Engine Company No. 6's Homepage, courtesy of my brother, Fire Chief Matt Brisley.

My brother Tim’s SUNY Oneonta page

Goddess 2000 Project Website

 

 (A page of links to information and fun stuff that I find very useful.)

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Goddess Graphics courtesy of Abby Willowroot

 

 

 

 

The RiverHawk

 

 

Let me tell you a story, she said . . .

He lay in the dark next to her, suddenly uncomfortable.  He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, she said . . .

This is a story of me.  Long ago, before we met, before you were born, actually, I was not a woman.  Well, not a human woman, that is.  In fact, I was a hawk.  Before the land was cluttered, and before the skies were sooty, I soared through the cool blue air.

I caught the thermals and rode them for miles, changing course with only the tiniest of feather movement. 

I knew the wind intimately.

When I spotted a quick little movement far below, I slowed and hovered. 

And then I swooped.  Diving through the currents of warm and cool, raking my wings back for speed and power.

I could feel them quivering, those ground-hugging, timid little animals.  They did not know why, could not see my shadow, feel my hot breath, or see the hunger in my eyes.  But I could see their fear.

Closer and closer, until the terror has a name, and the fear has a reason. 

 

Feet seek safety, but no!  I pounce!

 

 

And, oh, the warmth, the fresh scent, the satiation and quenching of thirst.

He screamed.  But only once.