Category: The World & VT

The Right to Marriage

The Right to Marriage

by Kelly (of rituals) ♥ 0 Leave a Comment

(this letter was written to my local paper in March 2009)

Prioritizing the economy, Governor Douglas states that this is not the time for a “divisive” debate around marriage rights. That struck a chord with me and it was sharp. Division doesn’t come from debate, it comes from what’s inside.  Like the emperor’s new clothes, something is wrong whether we admit it or not. The time HAS come. The time IS now.  I have compassion for those who fear for the sanctity of marriage.  I have celebrated 19 years myself and sometimes feel like a sitting duck.  Christian, pagan, agnostic, Jew–each of us threatens this sanctity with our own separation, fear, and infidelity.  And I have great respect for “family” where so much is lost through neglect and abuse–whether we are progressive or fundamentalist.  So if it is marriage and family that you wish to protect, take a look at the soil beneath your own home and test the waters of your relationships.  We will truly uphold the sanctity of living when we extend the rights to all those who choose to celebrate the same. Our neighbors in Maine are “sharing” the way.

Kelly Salasin, Marlboro, VT


And Then There Was Light

And Then There Was Light

by Kelly (of rituals) ♥ 1 Comment

Just before Christmas, our small town in Southern Vermont was the center of a magical and destructive ice storm leaving us without power for seven days.

By the sixth day, I hit ROCK bottom and packed up my family up for a hotel–twenty minutes away.  There we reveled in electric lighting, showers–and most of all–flushing toilets.  This poem was written in a moment of delirium when we arrived back at our home the following day.


And Then There Was Light


And on the seventh day we rose

from the comfort of the HOLIDAY Inn

and climbed back to the heights of Marlboro

And there at the mouth of our road

we came upon men of GOOD will,

wearing hard hats beneath BRIGHT trucks.

And our mouths fell silent

of the PRAISE we had intended to spread

upon this long-awaited sight

And they hung there open

as we ascended MacArthur

SEEKING at each crossing

the familiar toppled tree or strewn line

only to discover…

NONE!

And with great ANTICIPATION,

we turned up our drive,

scanning our home

for any SIGN,

And stepping into our mudroom

giddily flipped the switch,

only to find…

NOTHING!

But just as we wearily lifted our bags

up the dark and dirtied stairs,

an unusual sound was heard.

And we looked at each other

concerned

And then turned toward the stove to SEE

great NUMBERS flashing

and exclaimed in bewildered WONDER

“THE POWER IS ON!

THE POWER IS ON!”

And without flushing toilets

or filling refrigerators

or washing mounds of dishes,

We flew to the porch

with pots and pans

to send out our JOYFUL wishes.

We whistled and whooped

and rang out GREAT JOY

To the gentlemen of CVPS

and all other electric crews NATIONS.

Who knew that a week before Christmas

could bring such GLEE

as we turned on the carols

and welcomed

each LIGHT

on the tree.

Kelly Salasin, 2008

To read Kelly’s posts about the Ice Storm of 2008, before the glee, click the links below:

Cat Scan 3:00 a.m.

Survivor Sours