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…

Lunar Imbolc to traditional Imbolc, 2020

Happiest mid-Winter, friends. It is lunar Imbolc and we are blanketed both by the sweet velvet dark right now of mama Luna’s balsamic, or dark phase and mama Nature’s hibernation season of Winter.  Balsamic or dark moon is the final stage of the moon’s 8 phases.  It is the metaphoric PMS of the month, when…

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…

Small Rituals, for the Autumn Equinox

Some time between the setting of the sun last eve and when it rose this morning, it turned to Autumn here on the MidAtlantic coast of the States. The Autumnal Equinox is a sabbat(h), quarter, or holy day on the medicine wheel.  It signifies our movement from Summer to Fall, from the South station to…

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?…

I went camping to soothe my soul: Thoughts, Final Harvest Moon

I walk a lot on empty beaches.  It helps me breathe from muscly places in my belly that otherwise I can’t feel because they’re so deep. So last Monday I guess it was,  walking along the roiled and wilen coast, beholding the brown and black and steel greys of Hurricane Maria’s deeps, there came this…