• Fairy Tales Revisioned

    Queen of December

    She was born from the groaning moan of a wind-blown tree in the dead stillness of winter.  There was a hush all around as crystalline snowflakes silently fell to the ground.  For she was born a winter fairy you see, born into the quite surrounds and the auspiciousness of the season, amongst the crackling light of a well-lit hearth, and the twinkles of strands of lights.  The sounds of hymns were being sung in the distance and hooded, cloaked mystics swinging censers of smoke blessing the birth of the holy ones in the season of the North.  They came to her then following along the earth-lined path of energy that…

  • Wheel Of Year

    Lights of the Season

    The witch’s season is nye near and it is here amongst the shrill screaming hags, the pounding of the ancestor’s drums, the ghosts of the past that we feel the draw that pulls us deep into the seeing eye well.  Deep into the well and at the warm, muddy-rich bottom of it we feel the skin on our arms and legs prick up with endless knowing, with far-sighted seeing and oddly with comfort. We paint our faces like they would have with streaks of mud and scry with our own reflections, internally searching out those haunts of lives past, the ancient groves of trees and moving water from which we…

  • Patriarchy

    War

      Medicine for Woman, Medicine for Man   War.  What is good for?  Absolutely nothing.  Nothing, except fueling the machine, the RAGE machine, the destruction machine­- and I’m not talking about the beautiful dark void of the necessary type of destruction, the goddess type of destruction.  The description I am searching for is far worse than destruction or death.  It’s an annihilation, a dismemberment of human kind’s inherent goodness, of our peace cultures, of our soft and sweet imaginative boys.  Today, I watched a movie and it moved me to sobs, to tears as an empath to witness the storyline, the plot that had no happy ending.  I cried so…