• Fairy Tales Revisioned,  Moon Medicine,  Musings

    Antler Moon Mythos

    And in the beginning there was she, she who is the primordial darkness that births forth all of life.  Before there was the time of the lost Gods, she was the faceless peace of the dark, and in her was everything.  From a single moaning, groaning breath of her own sheer satisfaction and pleasure she was birthed, the first creature to come forth and she was a wild horned shapeshifter, a goddess, a white mare and her wild desires that swirled in ribbons of ecstasy within her pelvic bowls made her roll upon the earth and splash into the rivers and play.  She rubbed mud all over in just the…

  • Feminist,  mansplain,  Patriarchy

    Mansplain Me MothaFucka

    “Put on your face Know your place Shut up and smile Don’t spread your legs I could do that…. I can’t keep quite no oh oh oh oh oh oh I can’t keep quite no oh oh oh oh oh oh A one woman riot oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.”  -Quiet, MILCK What does it feel like to be mansplained to?  I can tell you, it’s really fucking annoying that’s what, but what’s worse than that is that it’s a devaluation of yourself as a capable, knowledgeable adult female being.  It’s a patriarchal derogatory connotative tone that takes your innate feminine energy and attempts to place you…

  • A.M.S.,  Introspection,  Musings

    Get Yourself a Muse or Three

    “No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” -Martha Graham When “woe is me-ing” to one of my mentors over something I had created, she told me of this quote and suggested I find myself an Artistic Muse. She explained that we are so harsh in our own judgement that we shut things down without sharing them with the world even though the world may need them. Our own criticism can kill our gifts. My Artistic Muses are pretty fabulous weapons for tweaking and…

  • Introspection,  ShadowWork,  Underworld Work

    Tara’s Descent

    “TThey carry her ashes carefully, deliberately, inside a basket. wrapped in bear fur, with flakes of charcoal from the burning of oak and hazel, and floating strands from her shroud. The blue winds of white horse hill numb the jaws of these far walkers So distant we can barely see them. The bairn’s dust is taken to the high hill, haunt of bleak vastness. A cairn is prepared, the old sounds made. Purple moor grass stuffed about the bounty, gathered in the browning-hills-time. Spindlewood ear studs, from such trees that still grow on the lower slopes, pelt, a woven belt of nettles. A necklace that behooves a sovereign, with precious…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned,  Introspection,  Magick

    If You Say Twin Flame One More Time I’m Gonna Puke

    I am so god damned sick of that stupid term:  TWIN FLAME.  Such a tricky, sticky, slippery little concept that it is and it’s circulating amongst the new age crowds and gatherings of woke AF persons (I include myself amongst this group because CLEARLY I’m super spiritual *said using my best JP voice*).  It’s all over the internet, there are books written about it, and Facebook algorithms have its number pinged to delightfully fill your news feed full of little tests to see if you have indeed stumbled upon this electric rainbow-colored unicorn in the dark that matches your vibrational sequence, was born of the same breath and mirrors your…

  • A.M.S.,  Introspection,  Musings

    The Voices In My Head

    I wrote this whole thing and the negative voices in my head are asking that I go back to the beginning and type a disclaimer about this not being the type of thing I usually write about. My self doubt wants you to know I’m having self doubt around writing about self doubt. Now that we got that out of the way… I watched a Facebook Live video this morning of a father wondering where his 13 year old’s self doubt comes from. Where all of our self doubt and negative self talk comes from. He said we aren’t born with self doubt, so at what point is it planted…

  • Introspection,  Story Medicine,  Wheel Of Year

    The Inbetwixt Fairy

    Snowflakes are falling outside in a blissful little dance of winter’s refusal to cease and move on.  The trees are lined with ice that looks like glass, and I’ve become a fairy stuck somewhere in between.  I should go out into the biting cold and use the glass covered trees as scrying mirrors to see what future the spring will bring, but I am feeling stuck somewhere inside.  I too am refusing to let that slumbering hibernation den go, and I have begun fluttering around in my winter abode as I start to feel the shifting mania setting in.  The switch below has been flipped to harken in the change…

  • A.M.S.,  Introspection,  Story Medicine

    These Hands

    I look at these scarred, cold, not-as-young-as they-used-to-be hands and I somehow feel betrayed by their now ever-present pain but at the same time, not in the least bit surprised as I know their story more intimately than I know any other story. These are the hands of a backwoods little girl who dug for worms, typed imaginary letters on a broken electric typewriter in her clubhouse, built Hawaii out of moss and candles at the base of a tree in her grandmother’s yard. These hands also built The House of Usher in her sandbox and got in trouble for having a real grass lawn around it. Thanks, Edgar Allen…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned,  Magick,  Patriarchy

    Coal Miner’s Daughter

    Once upon a time, not that long ago, my paternal-line had land, they had titles, they came from an ancient clan with a crest to claim. Three generations before me they left upon the SS Anchoria, after a failed attempt to stay closer in Scotland and sailed away from the Emerald Isle in desperate search of a better life. My grandfather was 1st generation Irish, and it’s the same story told by millions of Irish immigrants driven out of their homeland through the greed of the spreading British colonialism, it was mass genocide of an inconceivable size blamed upon a potato blight. What it really was, was the creator of…