• run, wild, depression, body dysmorphia, anxiety, musings, witch
    Depression,  Feminist,  Introspection,  Story Medicine,  Wounds of the Feminine

    Run Wild

    Today I ran.  Running for me has always felt like a piece of my wild was allowed to roam, to soar free.  The shape of my running, however has taken on many an animistic form throughout my life.  When I was younger it was for the simple pleasure of the dopamine rush you exude, like a spring bunny who bounces gleefully as you watch it flee and sprint across the wilds releasing all of its pent-up joy with each fluffy bound.  Moving the ecstasy through your breath with the pounding of your bare feet on the earth and sending it off into the world.  Chasing with exuberance the pure pleasure…

  • coronavirus, isolation, social distancing, healing, trauma, coronavirus trauma, psyche, story medicine, story share, reiki, healer, love, societal change
    Feminist,  Magick,  Musings,  Patriarchy,  Story Medicine

    The Unknown

    This is my small story of the apocalypse and I am calling it “The Unknown” Uncertainty courses through my veins.  I am most certainly not myself anymore, but some strange and unfamiliar survivalist version of me.  I am moments of calm in the eye of the storm.  I am moments of deep grief for the stories of struggle, strife and death. I am moments of strength as I caretake and cook for my younglings.  I am moments of weakness as I feel helpless to help others.  I am moments of terror for myself with every unacknowledged deep ache of my still asthmatic lungs.  I am moments of anger as I…

  • Contributory Writer,  Lady Mayhem,  Moon Medicine

    The Touch of a Woman

    I remember the touch of a woman; it still haunts me to this day. The simple caress of her ferocity lit me through my soul. How could I forget? Just a graze of her fingertips across my skin seared me to my deep feminine bones, imprinting her dark heroine blueprint through my maiden flesh. With each breath, each glance, and every eye contact I could feel my energetic well surging and filling. Her raging vocal tore into my soul, revealing a power source deep in my pelvic bowl. Such sensual sovereignty, such a capacity for passion… a world I never knew existed. Women are powerful in ways I couldn’t even…

  • Feminist,  Introspection,  Musings,  Patriarchy

    Know Your Worth

    I hate this phrase.  I frequently hear this phrase.  I question my sanity as to why I still listen to this phrase?  My heart convulses when it’s reiterated to me.  Who has decided that we have to know our worth?  I demand to know who makes these bullshit rules up anyhow.  Why do I hate it and listen to it simultaneously?  Is this phrase something that I believe in?  Is it something that I need to know?  Do I need to know my worth?   Would I ask another woman to “know her worth?” There’s something inside of me that tells me “I don’t think so.”  I love these overthinking exercises…

  • Anxiety,  Depression,  Introspection,  Musings,  Wheel Of Year,  Wounds of the Feminine

    Ode To Joy

    When I was younger I remember the sheer joy of the winter solstice season.  I remember sled riding in chest deep snow, the exhilaration of the cold wind on your warm cheeks, hot chocolate, building snow men and snow forts, reading a book curled up in a blanket, baking, hanging lights with those big old bulbs that you had to unscrew and replace, the same string of lights for YEARS that I reverently put out like they were the colorful lights of the divine, the nativity set that my mother hand painted, the quite moments at night or early in the morning that the tree would sparkle with all of…

  • Depression,  Feminist,  Musings,  Patriarchy,  ShadowWork,  Story Medicine,  Underworld Work,  Wounds of the Feminine

    PRAY WITH YOUR BODY AND YOU WILL FIND HER

    Sinking onto the floor in a puddle of child’s pose, I take a deep and sad breath in as I begin to move, to conjure up the something that has been missing in my life. My body moves in a sensual yogic dance… I WORSHIP I DANCE I PRAY I AM THE ECSTASY OF A SIMPLE SWAY And as I breathe in, I AM THE BLISS OF THE FIRST BREATH OF DAY.  Lighting a candle and setting sacred space I begin to feel them entering the room one at a time.  I call to my primal ancestors, my highest spirit guides, the energy of SHE, the Magdalene and the Christ…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned,  Musings,  Revisioned Dark,  Scary Stories

    Scary Stories: Dark Hansel and Gretel

    Hansel and Gretel awoke to a feral-deep-growling thirst for life, and a sense of freedom in their lower bellies for their father had inadvertently given them new life by leaving them there in that deep dark woods.  They blinked their eyes slowly as they adjusted to the dark and wiped mud stained tears from their cheeks, the echoes of their excitement on hyperdrive as they strained to get a good look around.  They saw the breadcrumbs that Hansel had left as a trail to return that old life that never seemed to serve them well and they laughed to themselves when they were still on the ground.  “We won’t be…

  • Anxiety,  Contributory Writer,  Depression,  Introspection,  Samantha McDevitt

    Tools For Rewiring Your Mind

    DISCLAIMER ABOUT THE REALITY OF THE BLOG YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ In all honesty I’ve been inspired. I have been on an unsustainable high. I have had this blog pulled up on my computer for at least ten days. I feel like I have something to share finally – something to give – at last.  I feel mentally healthy enough to offer something to the world that I hope will be of use. It is possible I have had this in me for a year, but this is more consistent than other years, more content than I’ve felt before… and then Friday (yesterday) happened and I couldn’t find an…

  • Feminist,  Patriarchy,  Wounds of the Feminine

    A Ritual for Greta, Autumn and the Children of the Earth

    Beating drums, and pulsing hearts we are the result of thousands of loves, and thousands of lives and eons of toes that have sunk into the sands of time before us.  It has become terrifyingly obvious how quickly that primal knowledge can fade, especially in a world that appears to be much more technologically interconnected.  We sit in an airport and there are futuristic looking trains that pull up on elevated railways, fountains that shoot water to the synchronistic pulse of a beat played, plugged into our illusionary woven web of connection through our phones and other electronic devices, and yet we are suffering and we are wondering around on…

  • Contributory Writer,  Introspection,  Lady Mayhem,  ShadowWork

    The Book of Madness

    The Book of Madness Before me lays a black book upon a bed of feathers, dark red stains lay upon its pages, watery drops that have come from me. A silver candle is lit to the right of it and the winds of sage ruffles its pages as it blows across from the left. A sight that makes my heart falter and my barriers drop, this is where my whole soul comes forth, this is where I do my work, my gravest work, my hardest work. Black candles await upon a silver holder engraved with spirals; with one pull of a lighter, they are ablaze. The fire flickers, making shadows…