Prayer Visions. Alchemy @ Solstice Tide

This time of year the darkness is a weightless velvet air cloaking everything. Darkness is, it becomes us we become it.  A quality of being. On Tuesday morning there was no energy left for me other than the wane.  Gigantic hush far bigger than me, but of me~a surrender in my soul. The moon was tilting towards her…

Women’s Embodiment: Culture & Soul. At Summer Solstice~

Two weeks or so back, on the waxing moon of this cycle at the end of my work week, I was ovulating and in need for introspection.  To be precise, la luna was moving into her 1st quarter phase, amplifying the Virgin Archetype medicine that I and others in our co-op’s Women’s Mysteries group imprinted…