• Magick,  Wheel Of Year

    The Winter Witch at Imbolc

    I am the Winter Witch at Imbolc and I am budding below and ready to bloom free, I am the roots grown strong ‘neath the yew tree, I am the roses that will be so fragrant in bloom, the seeds of the food that will sustain you so come on over here and touch me. Feel my strength growing, pet my thorny branches where soon silken petals will be, breathe in the rotten smell of earth where the ice has melted into mud mixed with winter’s decaying death and remember the headier scents of my love and perfume, lick the yew tree right on her forked branch and taste of…

  • Coven Work,  Fairy Tales Revisioned,  ShadowWork

    Body Prayer

    I am the North and I am cold bent hands As sunlit glitter falls from the sky I am the East and I am the breath of warm winds Blowing the smoke from her hair I am the South and I am transfixed by the dancing flame Until only the ashes of ghosts remain I am the West and I am the ebb and flow That builds the sand castles and washes them away I am drawn, trancelike, into this relentless and bitter cold land of the North by the brilliant colors just stirring on the horizon. I watch the first sliver of the red Sun God cautiously peek at…

  • Coven Work,  Magick,  Uncategorized

    Monkey Hand Mud Magick

    When we grow into our real selves in our 30’s or 40’s, we look back over our life and see flashes of things we always did that foreshadow our newly found interests. Maybe you signed up for a cooking class and fell in love with the culinary world and peek back to your childhood and unearth a memory of helping your grandmother cook those family dishes that required ‘pinches of this” or “a handful of that”. Or maybe you start gardening and realize you truly have a green thumb and remember the little old neighbor lady showing you how to deadhead the rose bushes in her yard. Or perhaps you…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned,  ShadowWork,  Uncategorized,  Wheel Of Year

    Year of Balance

    Blessed grand morning 2019. It’s so nice to be with you.  I floated between the times on last year’s eve upon fluffy heart-centered poet’s clouds and awoke this morn with memories of swelling story-telling medicine inside of my soul.  This morning I feel lighter like I stepped right out of that fight club meme from yesteryear straight into the moonbeams of the new year.  Dreams, love and the holy play between light and shadows will guide my way and I’ve started the journey less resistant to what may come.  Some say the new year begins on Samhain but for me it is always heralded in closer to the Gregorian calendar’s…

  • Patriarchy,  ShadowWork,  Uncategorized

    Blanket Forts

    I feel so alone. I’m so sad. I’ve reverted back to my childhood blanket to cover my face and wipe away my tears. Sobs, complete body buzzes of anxiety, it’s the season, it’s a hard astrological year, it’s been deep and terrifying and healing all at once. I’m so deep in my depression fort that I must be the only one unable to resurface, what’s wrong with me, why am I so BAD? Suddenly I feel it the vibrations of that old childhood telephone that I constructed, you know the ones with a long cord in between two cups? It vibrates and pulls and on the end miraculously, magically because…

  • Uncategorized,  Wheel Of Year

    Solstice Musings

    It’s here. Do you see the light? It’s the moment that the season of dark is markedly over and we slide into the frigid frozen ground of the deep winterscape. It’s the turning point on the wheel. Some people don’t feel it because they are stuck frozen in the deep cold, but those sentient, sensitive beings who know will soon start to begin to feel the bucking underground, the seeds beginning to sprout their first shoots beneath all of those layers of snow. It’s only up from here into the light until before we even know what’s happened we are sweltering again in the deep heat of the sun. We…

  • Patriarchy,  Uncategorized,  Witch's Market Herstory

    Witches are Rising

    Even though this was intended to be a fear mongering article I love it for so many reasons! First, because whoever wrote the article felt compelled enough to actually dig into some of the basics of the magic theories, particularly chaos magic and even though he translates it terribly and changes the true base meaning he at least actually did some research. Secondly, the fact that these witches out number Presbyterians articles are being written means that we are doing some good work and they are noticing! I like the ending quote and I’m not sure why the author decided to end on a note that further proves part of…

  • Fairy Tales Revisioned,  Patriarchy

    Is Santa Claus a Woman?

    The first and instinctive answer to spill forth from my tongue is an emphatic NO, but I always like to poke and prod around at those reflexive answers that have been planted like seeds somewhere deep inside probably out of self-preservation and ancient DNA remembrances of the patriarchal wounds and burning times.  Is Santa Claus a woman?  Now that would make one hell of a statement during our feminist, Goddess rising times wouldn’t it?  The sound of those words makes me smile cynically and deeply into my home brewed tea prepared for me by my sacred masculine partner, one of those rare jewels you find wondering about on an oasis…

  • Patriarchy,  ShadowWork

    Patermas

    BLESSED BE THIS EVE OF DARK INNER DEMONS WILL NOW BARK CALL YOU UP FOR ME TO SEE FREEDOM IT WILL BE FROM THEE Anger.  This has been my year of anger.  Why?  Because TRUE SELF discovery can be painful when it requires that we take a look at our deepest core wounds, our wounded inner child, our self sabotaged teen, and supremely sad culture-bound adultish selves.  When you really start to see what it is that you’ve been through no matter how small to others the trauma might appear it can make you really FUCKING pissed.  I recently read that anger is really just our shitty reaction to our…

  • 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…