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Lunar Imbolc

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Lunar Imbolc comes early this year, overnight!

It is the New Moon in Aquarius, and is a tide you began to feel when the moon entered her last quarter or wane towards the dark moon, which happened Tuesday.

This is the first seed or sap rising moon, when the subtle momentum of life force starts to stir you awake with true vision for your year!

I’ll say that again–now that the holidays whir is behind us, this is the moon tide that brings VISION for the year to come!!!

For fun, if you journal or record anywhere, look back in August at the full moon–these are cross quarters so these two moons have a relationship continuum.

Prepare, though. This moon cycle will feel a little slow, so rest A Lot! It is mercury retrograde, too. Starts this week.

Making it best to lean in to winter, use her to your advantage! Slow down and just use the cosmic line-up to witness. Witness within, witness your thoughts, beliefs, stories that need transforming. This is the tide! Merc Retros are soul reviews, and with the early Imbolc tide this year, this retro gives us a great chance to clean up whatever still needs attention from basically Halloween onward~

Happy Lunar Imbolc. Stay WILD.

New Moon: Imbolc-tide on the earth path & in Laguna Canyon!

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In every place I’ve ever lived I’ve made habit of going out walking.  The funniest walk habit that just pops to mind is in Easton and wild crafting out of people’s manicured or otherwise front lawns.  I got sick I guess from chemicals once.  Here in Laguna Canyon if I go out walking that can mean all through out the nooks and crannies of Hobbit Lane or it can mean an artfest or it can mean an entire little village next to the sea or it can mean to the sea, and even up to the heart of town where my laundry gets done and coffee is roasted.  All this on foot.

It also can mean in to the canyon and its million different wild paths…which is where the instinct led me today.  First, all thanks under this sacred tide for the fact that the life I wanted to lead, led by my own tides, has come to be.  Last year’s intention of commitment and Nature and Hearth and Poet-heart gnosis magic.

I was so into my street bc really, crevices of fairy ribbons and green.  All over the place.  Like I got home and later before I sat to write this but after the hike about which I write, a little black cat even w the lime green eyes came and stared in my screen.  I have seen her once before and that was when she crossed my path last night 🙂

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But what I came here to write about is the Imbolc Tide and how that found me, or led me? to the canyon today. Meaning to me that since the moon got into her last quarter wane you can feel the Imbolc archetype in it–in the wild outside. Sap Rise.  Nature of things.

It said, like almost with words if words were capable of feeling in your body, which I guess yea they are–how some words like names or places give you a feeling.  The words like fresh air on my skin were the canyon, how would it be to be in the canyon today?  And also at once I could see-feel the brown and rain-green against the vibrating blue.

So out I went through Hobbitt Lane and then next was wild crafting in the canyon, mostly just checking in with the tender primacy of the new shoots, gathering their smells and basic habitats–growing companions etcetera.  And so off I went on one unmarked path, one of the first you hit on the trail at the bottom of my street, and before I knew it i was led to the clearing green, where I have been before bc here it looks out on the sea.  But this time there was a labrythn there!  And much as it could’ve been there when last I was here, I certainly didn’t see.

And I threw off my bag and ran to the labyrinth and gave out my intention sure as it’s been for this year all along.  And round I walked and it was so immediate, how essential, and real.  How I knew I was embodying the Imbolc tide, bc this is the Way w Earth Wisdom.  To let her imbibe, to not just meditative tend but to be out and fee her.  I don’t know who put this sacred spiral off the beaten path.  But all thanks bc that was amazing.

I reached the center and constructed my own little offering.  I knew with clarity what it said by the center, and what I had melted with in response by the time I reached the end.  This is good medicine, a good posturing on the year:  highest harmony and love. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA I talked for a long time then to a dear wise sister friend.   Only very few would be allowed into Nature magic like that.  It made me remember Spence, the surfer I met on the beach at sunset last year closer to traditional Imbolc.  I took him hiking in to the canyon at dusk and showed him to open his sight and we were super dropped in and came eye to eye with coyote in the twilight.

And so, this is lunar Imbolc tide, from tonight until the New Moon of Monday night in to Tuesday.  She will move you if merely say yes to the most minor wild whisperings in your soul.  Traditional Imbolc is Feb 1, this is Christian’s Brigid’s Day or the Feast of this Goddess/Saint.  Goddess of first light, instinct, vision of pre-dawn insight, first seed.  Poeticly charged and inspired.  My patroness.  This magic will therefor last until the full moon of Feb 3.

SO RAD to be out there and let the harmony of earth-wild tide move me.  I tended my inner tides in the labyrinth and saw very clearly some of the precious gold seeds ready to grow with the season of the sun. I made offerings about the land and took some newest shoots of black sage.  It’s exciting, I have a graduation coming up and then…so much room for fun 🙂

All love, happy tides!  Begin within, then go on and get out there!

Wildness on the Full Moon Tide

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The last thing there is with ease is craziness in this world.

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Here in the house of my grandparents where only my mom and dad now live it is dark, far darker than any other place I’ve ever been.   That includes both sets of coastal mountain regions where I’ve been lucky enough to stay, over on the upper half of the west coast.  Winter comes darker here in this pine-shrouded place mere miles from Ma Atlantic, in a way that’s way darker than anywhere else in my world. It is, this trip, a darkness of peace. So too this wild shining full moon:  this bolt of truth-light lit up around the seeds that fell under winter-solstice’s new moon.

Wild-eyed, moony vision, passions elemental in precision, lifeforce stirrings in pine-wind and starlight.  Crazyyy. I used to call such potency “Mad-Poet Vision”. Nods to the tribe who hold the line of such teachings: my name or words for this derive from Allen Ginsburg’s studies of poet-ecologist Gary Snyder, who brought the teachings back from the monks in Japan.   It is, condensed, what Ginsburg taught eventually as First Thought, Best Thought.

To infiltrate the yak yak of the linear, egoic (or “male” animus mind), we allow the wild stirrings, the deeper impressionistic vibes that are psyche’s messengers to have their way.

We have been programmed, in part from societal conditioning, to believe these are two different energies and that the one that is personally predominant is such according to your gender.  In truth they are a continuum of single energy manifested as receptive or active depending on your state of consciousness.  Every man is intuitive and receptive and every woman is thought-driven and purposeful, or so do we each have these capacities.

One of the reasons women repress their strength or natural association with the realm of the feminine godhead (and therefor with the realm of the collective unconscious) is because we in Western society esteem a male God.  The feminine, however, was at one time divined among many other aspects through menstrual mysteries.  During the 14th and 15th centuries 9 million women burnt at the stake because of a document known as the malleus malefic arum which associated menstrual mysteries with being a witch. (see Shuttle and Redgrove’s (2005) The Wise Wound for more info.) Thus inherent feminine wisdom had to be buried deep within the collective psyche, so that it is demonized or repressed and therefor shamed to the extent that rhythmic knowledge of one’s own psyche either as a female, or in regards to anima or feminine instincts, became associated with Satanism!

Diane diPrima, the female contemporary of the above fellows, brought her esoteria more home to her own experience.  Also entering the door via studies of Eastern cosmology, diPrima discovered the archetypal mind of the Godess, or the feminine divine. To work more closely with this metaphor, as a counterpart to the more known and illumined God, the Goddess oversees the realm of dark, night, intuition, death and rebirth (because the female rules the women’s mysteries, of which birth is one) receptivity, and on a more temporal or practical level, emotions, though that is equally an embodied male or animus or egoic part of the process as well (see Ann Ulanov’s interpretation for more on this.)

It makes sense that 50’s gnosis would seek Eastern tradition for enlightenment, in that it was an overt response to the subversive tactics of the US Government during the McCarthy era, a time which saw people like Ginsburg and Leroi Jones (who became later known as Amiri Baraka) on trial for obscenity in their poetry.  To quote a line of diPrima’s Rant, THE ONLY WAR THAT MATTERS IS THE WAR AGAINST THE IMAGINATION/ALL OTHER WARS ARE SUBSUMED IN IT (sic). To keep a people anesthetized on the illusion of Descartes self-vs other (embodied hate projected outwards) is the best way to keep them from opening the door to explore that our complexes begin, and can be transformed, from within.  Eastern tradition introduced these 50’s rebel poets to the concept of non-dualism.

So it is that first thought, best thought was born.  Jack Kerouac actually took this concept and re-visioned what the modern novel could be–allowing for a trance-like, ecstatic spiral stream of consciousness to penetrate the tops layers of personality into the more free-associative realms of the deeper psyche.  This is first thought, best thought:  to follow the flow of the psyche in image, sensation, words, sounds, and to not resist what it arrives with or where it leads.  To especially have no plan, but, as in the case of the writer, to be a channel for and follow the words.  It is, throughout this act, how the artist speaks for the society by wheeling deeper and deeper into the collective unconsciousness and bringing out more and more to the host of light, or animus/ego-consciousness.

I learned almost all of this information in books, long before I went to an Institution to study it.  In fact, I had to skip school this past weekend out of reverence for the holy Poetry first thought best thought mad-eyed seeing in the dark vision.  Despite my school’s worldly attempt to foster an environment that esteems Hillman’s non-literalization of the image, the final point is if you study this stuff too much instead of trying to live it–to actively dance the day with the doors of the psyche open and free–you deaden the archetypal mind.  You Kill the Soul.

So it is, this moon brings me to mind of the celebration of the Tribe of the Wild-Eyed.  Those of us out there being it.  Surrendering, again and again, all ideas in favor of the WILD, in favor of the psyche, the inner Nature, the Soul. May the outward full moon light, symbol of consciousness and focus, of male-orientation (the full moon reflects the light of the sun!) which shine-throttled through your personal dark all weekend long and likely stirred the wildinnereyes! Guide you inward and through doing so, help you re-relate.  As always my prayers are that you re-relate in gentleness and love.  May this moon light be ecstatic vision, may your trust in it be as strong as my reverent love for it.  May it guide you ever home.

If there’s anything to learn from diPrima and her tribe, it is that the Wild Eyed Vision, the embodiment of psyche and soul, the interchanging dance of male/female within, can happen no matter who you are.

But let it happen.  That’s the work.  It takes practice to return.  Again, again, again.

May we have no fear of the dark, and not hide the crazy that comes with it, that we’ve all been taught to fear~

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Women’s Mysteries: Winter Solstice and the Dark Moon. Hope.

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Today’s New Moon, around 5:30pm in California, marks the end/start of a new cycle. In addition, this evening the sun reaches its furthest point from the earth’s Northern hemisphere, granting the shortest amount of daylight, the longest amount of darkness, and our entry in to winter. We know this as the Winter Solstice.

On the mystery path, we recognize Nature and inner nature as intrinsically connected. Inner nature I refer to here as soul. Outside, excess harvest has gone to rot, the rot turned under will cook and turn to nutrients and rich soil. Life energy wanes, appears still, happens mostly underground.

When the moon is dark, as in the past two days, deep tending of personal darkness happens naturally, rhythmically…Of course as we are human we resist this though! Which lends even more to that holiday feeling of restlessness and exhaust. Seek surrender, embodiment of emotions, of our up down waxes and wanes, soften unto you. With the apex of Night this evening, understand that we have walked hand in hand with our shadows, burrowed deep in the mire of our individual and collective unconscious, all week.

Last night was, literally, the Dark Night of the Soul.

Harried bones and souls seek solace right now, a soul-tired significant of the Sun’s long journey to the furthest axis of sky. Depending on your personal circadian cycle, maybe you do best in the dark! For some this becomes the most creative time of year. For others life energy wanes and increased rest is important. No matter what, the decrease of light has its effects.

Traditionally the Solstice was a time for the women to gather and ceremoniously mark the losses they experienced for the year. As the soul wanes, this is a traditional and normal aspect of the dark phase–acknowledgment of the areas where your inner self or soul is colored by its capacity to grow and integrate more wholly specifically because it has experienced pain. With loss comes the embodied experience of forgiveness, strength, compassion, hope. Ritual bathing, quiet honoring of the journey of this year and your own personal darkness, honoring of the power of death and dark as part of the sacred journey are all intrinsic to the Solstice. On the wisdom path we practice this dropping in and tending with every monthly aspect of the dark moon.

Take heart! Life is a continuum, a long spiral. The Winter Solstice, just as the moon in her new phase, marks the return of the light! Tonight we honor Hope, the return of life. In her darkest phase (the past two days) when life energy and light disappear, it is out of this momentum that the new spark of consciousness stirs. This most precious spark must be nurtured, held warm in hibernation now through the toil of the season of dark. Doing so is how the momentum for life will grow strong. Rest, tend quiet in an active way. The beingness of doing nothing, of activeness of waiting, yearning, and tending. The active embodiment of Hope.

My own embodiment of this path brought me in relation to a personal and ancestral archetype this year. Tending her has been difficult, painful, and deeply wholesome. She has helped me nurture Eros by bringing me to face my most fundamental wounds. This has helped me, most importantly, to understand that I judge and resist my own injured parts, and it is the judging and resistance that makes me most human. As always, wisdom begins here, with deep love, and gentle, unconditional acceptance for these hard, rigid judgy parts inside my own mind and heart. Unconditional love and acceptance for my own broken humanness. Right relations begin within.

To be in a harmonious way with these most shadowed, or disembodied parts of me that I seek to hate or judge, I made the top shelf of my alter an homage to my Ancestresses this week.  These women, my grandmother on the side of my most familial wound specifically, became the living spirit of the dark goddess.  Grammy is gone from this life, and in death I can recognize in an embodied way the wisdom of loss and how we grow and learn in perspective to this.  This sort of dark tending makes the women’s work come alive for me in an incredibly sacred and day to day way.

Tending the sacred with personal sacraments like these extend into my daily life and all my relationships.  This is what I mean by embodying and right relations.

Sleep now the dream of winter, hibernate as souls stir underground, in the void, and grow strong in their own essence by being held amid the winter still. Sleep, sleep, sleep. Love, accept, gentleness.
Rest well, honoring the rhythms of birth and growth and life and death and rest, until rebirth. Happy Solstice! Happy Sacred Return.

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Valkyrie, at my alter. Norse Death Goddess; image by Susan Seddon Boulet

Are the Gods Afraid of Black Sexuality? by amina wadud

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“One problem with my participation was how to introduce another conception of “God” while still engaging the intersection of race and sexuality with only 15 minutes. So I had to talk really fast.”

Thank you for clearly identifying the distinctions, and addressing how you believe embodying change looks for us all!

amina 2014 - croppedThis was the title of a two day conference recently held at Columbia University. At one point on the first day, one presenter asked if there was anyone who is not Christian. Two hands went up, sitting side by side: mine and a film maker friend who had been instrumental in getting me invited to present. She is Buddhist and was showing a trailer from her documentary on rape in the Black community.

One problem with my participation was how to introduce another conception of “God” while still engaging the intersection of race and sexuality with only 15 minutes. So I had to talk really fast.

While the easy answer is, “No,” the God in Islam is not afraid of Black sexuality, I still had a lot of ground to cover about the sex-affirming history and spirit of Islamic thought and practice. Because the preference is to marry, which is a…

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Full Moon peaks in the early morning on the West Coast of the US

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Full Moon blessings and thoughts~

As this bright light shines our way into and through the darkness, we sighhh together, knowing the roundness of the wisdom path. This full moon is connected to the going-ons of the weekend prior to US Thanksgiving, when she was in her new phase. Under that New Moon our fears were so present on the surface of our heart. With this full light, outward manifestation of those fears, she plants us deeply in our personal work.

We see, or more appropriately, feel the strain and struggle of our own resistance to self. What we truly and deeply just Don’t Want to See. We are called passionately in ways that feel perhaps too large or profound to confront our inner dark or shadow. This week particularly has been a power-full one for seeing with open eyes what we fear the most come to life, or perhaps how we respond when confronted with lac of faith, or light.

Prepare, prepare, prepare. Be with, be gentle, be with.

For with this phase we also quietly know that next new moon will bring the winter, and time for birthing of new stories.

What new stories will we rewrite, with the ink that bleeds out from the old?

On the harvest path of soul this is the time that the cut off growth of summer, what was too wild or overloaded and not yet ready to be concentrated into manifestation in our life, was cut back. We tended first harvest and threw some back to the earth. Now, we feel that which was once living turn to its fetid phase of compost-y shit, we feel the funk, we feel the fight of not wanting to surrender to the process of sludge.

We fight, and in fighting, lose strength.

Rest, rest, resist the urge to resist, and know too that even resistance is part of the path.

Can we love what we resist?

For from the muck comes the growth for the new seed, from the funk comes the grace of rebirth. Our sacred symbol for Christmas is a living pagan throwback: the evergreen. Sign of life even in the stillness of the growth season, when roots slumber and digest the old growth of the year past.

Know yourself: know your roots, know even that you resist. Know that even in death still there is green. That of death comes the room for new seed.

Love this, too… and This, and This too. May under this full moon, even This too, this part of your self cast away to the funk pile, as it now turns and wiles away back in to what will become fertile dirt…may you love even this, too. May you soften to you, to whatever it is you resist. We give thanks as we drop deeper and deeper within.

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Women’s Mysteries: Ovulation and The Active Imagination

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Dualistic, or Self Verses Other, Thinking

We got here to this beautiful earth handed down human from human, parent to parent, earth to foot to heart to head, and back again.

We suffer a single wound through which all else arises and which, for centuries, has been largely misunderstood and thus continually misrepresented.  This wound is the wound to self or soul. Recognizing it as the blessing through which we are meant to evolve into our real, authentic self is a new way of seeing I encourage!

The psyche projects today its earliest understanding of dualistic thinking.  Mom and dad, good and bad, right and wrong becomes internalized as the right worldview.  Good behavior is behavior that gets positive feedback so all else is bad behavior.  This becomes an unconscious way we relate to the world!

The number one symptom of an individual acting this out is do do do, keep going stay busy and there’s not enough time.  To slow down, to live moment to moment, to embody soul feels wrong.  Why is that?  Because to slow down means sitting still with the internalized belief system that we are actually bad or wrong.  Which is human nature.  Christian mythology named it original sin.

“Fundamentalisms,” said depth and ecopsychologist Craig Chalquist, “flourish as eradigms end because people caught in and psychologically fused with familiar modes of thought and habit fight to avoid changing them.”  He is speaking of the industrial-era, mechanistic belief system that esteems dualism. Dualism underlies what depth, eco-critical feminists like Christine Downing or Susan Rowland called antithetical thinking or binary thinking.   This is the idea of self being separate from all other reality, rather than a point of reference amidst an autonomous sphere of which all of life is a part.  It sets up all base conflicts in existence, for example: if this is right for me than when you do it differently it must be wrong.  Which is the basic drama of childhood: reward for right behavior.  Creating an unconscious association of what is wrong…

As societies we create entire social systems out of this misconception.  It’s what happens when we cannot see life as a continuum of constant flow and creation, and our role as conscious creator inside of that.

Again, this sort of thinking arises out of our earliest internalizations of opposites, and concretizes around age 2 or 3 when we understand that I and my caregiver are separate, too.   Now man against man, man against woman, black against white, rich against poor, man against self thinking sets up.  Internalization of getting positive attention from the Other as confirmation for Self as Right sets up a lifelong tension, meant to be the doorway to the authentic self.  Jung called this creation of the persona.  Taking on the tension of the opposites, doing the work of self verses other, is how to individuate.  He said that individuation is our true life’s work.  To become who we really are.

Women’s Mysteries

Embodying the female menstrual cycle means seeking inward to the autonomous place from which Self arises for confirmation of our Life.  The menstrual cycle teaches life embodiment in the series of different energies that rise and fall throughout the month.  These phases of female biology move back and forth from being the subject, or in control during ovulation; to being receptive or the object, at the mercy of a larger biology (the right brain) during the second half or post-ovulation. The cycle embodies the deep knowing that we are life-givers, and too experience death or loss as part of the perpetual circle of life. This is supported chemically by the hormones that are released.  It is proven that the hemisphere’s of the brain stimulate differently according to where a woman is–hence the energy moves between the lobes of thought driven or creatively intuitive.  Women’s biology is equipped to learn inter-lobal being, or heal the damage of the split in the self.

The wound of soul is the wound of being split off from the autonomous, uncalculated depths of wholeness and endless continuum of life.

At ovulation, for women who suffer this soul-split within, it is likely that the old, internalized beliefs about what is right or wrong, what writer Julia Cameron called the Critic, will start to play through her head.  This is because the psyche, at ovulation, prepares the body to create new life.  So too new ideas are stimulated, new energies that draw us outward in a motivated, excited way…just as the cycle of growth in Nature or the phases of the moon teach. All is connected. But if the psyche, as most if not all do, has that split of internalized good and bad that is not being gently, daily tended and worked out, than ovulation can be a time of unnamed sadness or frustration.  It is literally the wound of soul trying to create itself anew but being stopped by the old beliefs that our true inner life and instincts that arise from within are wrong.

I know I am living in an embodied way when what Jung called active imagination, or fresh thoughts, ideas, literal images in my head or energetic new thoughts or words or poems are pulsing during ovulation.  I know I am honoring my truth, living my rich life in a present way from day to day.  I identify with this knowing as a feeling of being rooted deeply in the relational:  when I show up first to myself and it is a buoyant joy to do so.  From this joy space I can then use me as witness to see what is going on in psyche. In this way I recognize that from within I am both subject and object.  I see myself, and can see that I am doing the seeing.  In doing so I have a choice as to how I relate to me, to the “otherness” that I label or experience as good or bad, from within.  The choice is showing up with love and gentleness, compassion.  Whatever the tapes that play, the feelings or beliefs or thoughts that flow from me and that I judge or repress by not looking at them, judge or repress according to old associations of good or bad.  I show up to me and witness this inside, with love and acceptance. This keeps me present throughout the day. This softens the split. This heals. It’s quite simple.  I am healing the wound of self/other thinking by choosing to honor and fuse both within.  The heart is where this fusion lay.

Active Imagination at ovulation is a powerful archetypal tool.  Work with this can open our life to deep psychic mysteries.  In my experiences, the symbology at this time, and coming into relationship with it, can introduce us to generational and lineage themes that underlie our entire family pattern.  This is a rich and in-depth way to approach our life, our play, our being, our work.  Our true self.

Such amazing life this is.  So many, many tools and riches.  Begin, within!

Lunar Samhain.

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At this point on the wisdom path, I have no doubts: if I don’t tend the moons, they tend me!

This goes for my personal cycle (which we call our moon) as well as on the Earth Path, when the moon is symbol of the cyclical, in and out nature of the psyche.

The dark moon of Scorpio, which we entered tonight near 10pm here on the West Coast, signifies harvest season turned under… Lunar Samhain comes early this year, during a mercury retro too, so the elemental tension can feel very restless. Sit still with the longing and sense of change. Soften, be curious.

The season of the Underworld begins this week, the long slow hall towards the final moment of death and dying…only to be reborn again with the return of the light at Winter Solstice.   Extra rest, quiet time, laughter, and simple celebration nurtures us.  We count blessings, give thanks.  Of course unplanned–or chosen! time outside brings insight and whole bodied blessing. Witness nature in her succumbing. Walk. Laugh. Breathe.  Give way…we lean in to the dark now and do so willingly.

This is the part on the wheel of the year where birth, from what you’ve grown, is but a barely there hint of a dream. Because of the Mercury Retro, we are reviewing whatever happened in our life, especially your opinions of it, since summer solstice onward. The review is almost over, and the catalyzing intellectual energy of Libra which has felt stuck bc of the retro will blast through on the other side of the weekend.There will then come a lot of emotional processing, followed around Thanksgiving by a clarity of will and values, before we enter the deeper stage of restful sleep to prepare the soul for rebirth.

We burn lights for our ancestors now, as we are in the West or Reflective time of the wheel of life. We honor them, seek their vision, guidance, support.

With the solar eclipse as well, we take time to tend that in our day to day lives which we will consciously let go of now.  What will compost?  Later it will feed life, again.

For fun, note the weather of today when day dawned in your town. We can refer back to it as a symbolic starting point for your year, internally. As within, so without.


Traditional Samhain (Halloween) is celebrated at sun down. For thousands of years people venerated the Oneness of Life through its manifestations of living and dying and living again right here on earth.  I call this the Earth or Wisdom Path.  Post-Christian peoples assimilated Samhain as Halloween.  You’ve heard it said: the veil between knowing and not knowing, light and dark, living and dying thins as these realities meet in between. This is quite literal of the thinning of the line in Psyche of conscious and unconscious. My own sleep has been nothing short of magical all week!

It is time of Sacred Mother and All Souls. We enter with reverence this night! Happy Lunar Samhain. Begin within… where they can’t tame you!

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In Memory of Margot Adler (1946-2014) Priestess, Journalist, Skeptic, Mystic by Elizabeth Cunningham

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A fitting memorial on the Dawn of Lunar Samhain. Drawing Down the Moon is such an important book… I encourage my readers to check it out if not familiar. Travel well sister.

Elizabeth Cunningham headshot jpeg“Ritual has the power to end our alienation from the earth and from each other. It allows us to enter a world where we are at home with the trees and the stars and other beings, and even with the carefully hidden and protected parts of ourselves that we sometime contact in dreams or in art.” –Margot Adler

Margot Adler died of cancer on July 28, 2014. A Pagan priestess, she asked for memorial events to be held in the season of Samhain, also known as Halloween.  At this time of year, the rituals of many religious traditions remind us that we are all connected, the living, the dead, and those to come, one continuous communion.  In this spirit, I offer a tribute to the late Margot Adler.

Though I must have heard her distinctive voice on National Public Radio where she served as an innovative and eclectic journalist…

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Honoring Our Mothers, Honoring Our Selves by Safa Plenty

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Beautiful, tender thoughts for this weeks moon, which I honor as The Soul’s New Year. Thank you!

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“The moon has always been the primary symbol for female energy; its cycle around the earth takes approximately twenty-nine days, the same amount of time as the average woman’s menstrual cycle. It is often felt that as the pull of the moon affects the waters of the world, so does its motion affect the body of woman.” —Women’s Medicine Ways’ Cross-Cultural Rites of Passage by Marcia Starck 

Her full moon arose today,
sprinkling liquid stardust
onto her bathroom floor,
decorating her mattress
with vibrant hues of deep red,
staining her pajama pants
with artistic, circular symmetry.

For days, she had waited
for the completion of her moon,
while the sun shun
its luminous rays upon her,
the fall equinox bringing that
massive star into greater centrality.

And on a night, her moon had not set,
she sang to the four directions,
shattering myths of tainted womanhood,
tales of storks…

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