Words spill onto unspoiled white and where one there was nothing a new world is born Words fall from lips into an empty room and where one there was silence ideas form Words slip between fingers and where once there was anguish there is relief Words show up in the damndest places and where once […]
Blessed Night stretches Her arms reaching ever outward To embrace the sleeping world Too often we fear her Our Dark Mother The Goddess of Winter The Hag, the Crone The Crabby But Wise One Who dispenses wisdom That tastes bitter before We learn to seek its sweetness She brings cold, and death But blessings, too
Many many years ago, I belonged to a Pagan homeschooling forum. We were sharing our various holiday traditions one day, and one of our members shared a story that I just love. She said there was company over for dinner, and somehow something came up that her oldest daughter was feeling extremely grateful about, and
Follow me, follow me, follow me down Be brave, follow Keep on walking Follow me, follow me, follow me down Stay close, do not wander Keep walking, keep your wits Be brave, follow Follow me, follow me, deeper, follow Stay close, for the trees do not know you yet, mortal Stay close, for the trees
No matter how far afield my fascinations take me, no matter how deep the rabbit hole I plunge down following some thread or other, I always end up returning to the Matter Of Britain, like my internal compass has a lock on it. Never fails. I’ve been reading a lot of information about the Path
I know in my heart of hearts that we are all one, Children of a billion suns, who are children of the suns before, Who are children of the first suns at the very beginning of time And that we are blessed, every single one. No matter what. No matter what. No matter what. That
So many decisions. Some people hate to have to make any kind decision at all. “Is that your final answer?” Well, shit. I don’t friggin’ know, maybe? I guess? Are there do-overs? We have some amazing tools that allow us to tune in, check our guts, feel into the situation, but most of us are
A few weeks ago I promised to write a blog post about Dowsing, and as High Summer approaches, it seems the perfect time to get out the rods and have some Earthy fun. I learned most of what I know about dowsing from a brilliant little book called The Definitive Wee Book on Dowsing: A
A few nights ago I dreamed I was in a greasy spoon-style diner in Afghanistan, ordering food at a counter. Where the counter met the wall there was a painted-over vent, and a sign above it said, “The Voice of God Speaks Through Here.” I asked the man taking my order what that meant and
We gotta shift this time paradigm, y’all. I’m beginning to feel like a broken record, because I have done major posts about how we can transform our relationship with Time at least twice before (here and here), but recent confirmation has come my way that has caused me to renew my crusade. At the risk
