Happy almost new moon, friends She descends into complete darkness, to lean again towards the return of the light, in the middle of the night Thursday into Friday this week During our Spring Equinox circle, my women’s mysteries group bonfired on the wild island here where we live We tended the deep feminine archetype of…
Category: Women’s Mysteries
Ritual, for Spring Equinox Super Moon
Happy Last Day of Winter, Friends! This image is of Mama Luna moving across the night sky on the Winter Solstice. So hard to believe it’s been 3 full months already. Tomorrow night is both the Spring Equinox, and our only full perigee moon of the year, meaning when she is closest to the earth….
Dark Moon to New Moon. Begin Again.
Happy Balsamic moon friends. Balsamic is the final–of eight–phase of the moon’s monthly cycle. Balsamic is her crescent moon phase waning into complete darkness. She is waning–decreasing in light–when her light is on the left of her face. We descend into her darkness over the weekend in anticipation of the alchemy of New Moon reset…
Consecration Moon
Tuesday evening is our next full moon. Full moon’s manifest or bring to light what was felt but unseen when the moon was last dark. This full moon she is of Imbolc tide, making her special light most beneficent for consecration. Consecration means to make holy. You can do this with special objects, especially those…
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…
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:…
Day of All Souls. Samhain Tide.
Death has been a primary teacher for me. This started when I was 20, that epic summer me and a bestie and a brother who’s now passed from drugs travelled an 11,000 mile circle around our country. Two decades ago already. A week before that trip started, a young man my brother and I grew…
Lunar Samhain & Letting Go
Nothing teaches you the patience life requires better than life itself. A basic axiom that even kicking and fighting each of us are tasked to learn: Letting go. That is the medicine I am finding myself practicing this week, as we enter the stillness of the lunar reset, the void chaos-rest space of the balsamic…
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