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…

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…

Lunar Samhain.

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…

The Depth Psychology & Women’s Mysteries of Halloween

It was All Saint’s Day and Day of the Dead yesterday, All Soul’s Day today, New Moon tonight or Lunar Samhain.  I put a quote on WWW’s FB page out of a book called “The Herbal Lore of Wise Women and Wortcunners”.  The etymology of the word wortcunner basically means root-knower.  The quote was about…

Celtic New Year and Mercury Retrograde

And I know Psyche exists because somehow my heart is always pumping more, working harder, making more connections in that putty, pushy way of tender swell and preening after I have been to Oregon.  Telling me that my subconscious is much like the green-grey wilderness as it ever is the sun, how it pushes forward…

Final Harvest Moon and Wisdom of the Feminine

Moon tonight over Laguna Canyon One of the roots for the term harvest moon comes from old european peasant ways.   The season of agriculture and of grazing animals–who lived and feasted in the pastures–followed the growing cycles of the earth.  Now is the time the final harvest is cut and hung, the last of…

New Moon of October, and Jesus, etc

There was a full orchestra in my head when I woke up.  String sections of notes that part of me was still dreaming on, a dancy grin in my chest and my eyes still closed and me off out of my body somewhere, traipsing on song chords just out of reach and above my pillow….