What Is It Like Being Black in America with Mental Illness and How Do We Treat It? Nia Patterson with Alishia McCullough

The Body Trauma Podcast is a project created by Nia Patterson. She is a beautiful, original recovering woman of color. Learn more about her, and support her work via Patreon, at TheFriendINeverWanted.com, and listen to her here in her most recent interview with #AmplifyMelanatedVoices cofounder and therapist, Alishia McCullough (@blackandembodied, IG) on What Is It…

Dark moon, shadow of Mama Earth

“Each thing creeps back into its own nature with the shelter of the dark. Darkness is the ancient womb. Night-time is womb-time. We come out of the night into the day. All creativity awakens at this primal threshold where light and darkness test and bless each other. You only discover balance in your life when…

On the Practice of Making Offerings. Disseminating Moon.

Mama moon wanes now, or decreases in light.  We enter the last quarter of the moon’s lunation, half dark half light, darkness gaining.   That means we wrap up one of my favorite of her monthly phases~disseminating.  To disseminate means to “spread (something, especially information) widely.”  The disseminating phase follows her full phase, which we…

Going With the Wind by Barbara Ardinger —

Ohhhh how I needed this good medicine this day~ To Raven, Crossroad Winds, Tiger!, Mutations!!! & The Red Queen indeed~ The wind changed during the night. Even as they slept, the Witch and the Ladies of the Magic Mirror felt it and stirred in their beds. Kahlil the raven, who was sitting on the roof, felt it,…

COVID19 — Signs of Going Back (to normal) — FAKEQUITY

By Carrie Basas with additions from Erin While we still haven’t cut our own hair, mastered that new coffee drink, or become extroverts, we are seeing those around us look for signs that we will go back soon– to work, date nights, graduations, and shearing of our COVID19 locks. Many people are seeking some reassurance […]…

Prayer, to Mokosh Who is Also Death Wolf At Mutating Door

It never ceases to amaze me, I am awakened the night before last to the whir of my own stressors but watched from afar, not all the way connected, knowing I wasn’t awakened by my whir knowing there was a slam-fit hit to my solar plexus space, and like that I meandered through the day….

On such brand new ground

On our walk Saturday me and Laverne are two hours through the spires, through the greens the pinks and yellows, the sweetest braids of brand new all the way to the clear clear water of the bay.  Joint where we first met ten years back sunrise fire orange mornings over the Assawoman hella early and…

New Moon before Lunar Beltane. Imagination as Calling.

It is new moon, it is respite, yearning.  It is the earth, her shadow upon the face of the moon. Her shadow calling breathless, calling in, calling home.  Sing song call, to rest.  Rest, nurture and reset yourself in the stillness of her peace. Quarantine Clarity.  Shows me myself. In all things the constant, how…