• 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…