Tomorrow is the new moon. The last one of Autumn. The moon cycle that starts tomorrow will move us on the wheel of the year from the north west corner to due north. That happens when the sun is the furthest from earth on the Winter Solstice, December 21, the shortest day and longest night…
All Hallows to Lunar Samhain. 2018.
image, Mama Bones by Tom Kuebler, at the IX International Celebration of Imaginitve Realism in Reading, PA Random things I’m thinking on the start of Lunar Samhain (starts today is one way to see it because the moon becomes last quarter today): The academic field of dom culture professionals–I acknowledge I am part—talks about the…
Song for Equinox Full Moon
Oh mother, holy mother, ancient mama, sacred mama~ I honor the fire I build, its slow burn in all this wind. Feeding of wet wood and kindling, faded newspaper, scrap by scrap. Feeding sure as I have fed and grown this harvest season, season of light and peak of summer sun. How many lives that…
Lunar Lammas. The root of real Magic.
This week of sacred first harvest, let me return to the most simple and vital wisdom I could ever give out on this site. The invitation to set aside the chatter of your head, put down any and all e-devices including tv, and get back to your home. The constant whir of busyness, of personal…
Summer Solstice & Alchemy
And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate’s team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic: — Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 5.1.373-377 Oberon And Titania by Arthur Rackham To me, the oddest part about the sabbat(h) or holy day of Summer Solstice is that…
May Day and Fertility Moon
I love this picture I just found on tumblr here . Lunar Beltane was over the weekend and I officiated a wedding and stepped into my own elder priestess role in what was a fully whimsical and fabulous and sacred way, and the whole thing was epic, finish to start. All this and also I…
Spring Equinox: Holding Both, and…
image, Dugald Stewart (1753-1828) ~ Here’s a question to ponder, no right, no wrong. Just right now and what comes up organically when you trust yourself, and listen to your own inner voice. What happened over the weekend? What was the theme? Who were you with? How did you show up to you, your needs?…
Imbolc Tide
“If Candlemas be fair and bright, Come, winter, have another flight; If Candlemas brings clouds and rain, Go winter, and come not again.” Credit to my friend Jack, original author unknown. I don’t know about that gopher critter, but here on the midatlantic seaboard, it was clouds and rain, so I for one am banking…
To Rest & Poetry, on the Winter Solstice
In Oregon the Breitenbush river is a color of steel-teal that exists no other place on the earth and this must be partly because of the non-negotiable trees. It is easy to be grounded and feel at one in your place in a place like this. It is easy to revere the miracle of dirt:…
Gas-lighting on Al Franken(stein)’s Street by LaChelle Schilling —
I will add my #metoo, but don’t feel like going into details. I will just say that in light of my past experience and Al Franken’s statement of apology, I’m realizing why some of us don’t tell at an even deeper level. This is Al Franken’s statement: “I’ve met tens of thousands of people and […]…
