Our Daughter, our Sister Our Mother, our Gran Our dearly departed Who is born again Silver Silver, sky treasure Night-born and ancient Youthful perfection Sylph-like and sainted Now comes the Maiden Forsaking shybess Receiving her Lover Eternal and timeless And so she’s Mother Her peace is a beacon Her journey continues Her fullness creation And […]
Yesterday was the anniversary of the night I fell in love with the Aurora Borealis. It was 1991, I was pregnant with my son, and a friend came pounding on the door in the middle of the night, saying “Get outside! You’ve got to see this!” We threw on coats and ran out the door
This Samhain season has brought some , uh, growth opportunities for me. Oh boy. There are things that for most of my life I have been sort of programmed to think I need to do, and those things, which I thought defined me, don’t fit anymore. But because I have this programming, I didn’t even
