Mabon. Rites of Fall, Second Harvest.

Happy last day of Summer, dear friends. Tomorrow is Mabon, Fall Equinox, or Second Harvest on the Wheel of the Year. It is the day of equal amount of light and dark. Beginning Wednesday, the balance tips. We lean into the dark half, when the length of nighttime gains longer than day, of the year….

hunger do you heed

In August the sounds of locusts are primroses or psychopomp, which do you dare~ In August I dream of the bay, cotton candy mute of clouds into shelf-wells of water walls gather and collecting the dream of themselves above or ahead, the just out of reach sky.  If that is thunder, it cracks open the…

Prayer. Dark Moon, Before 1st Harvest.

It is July again, dark moon. Full she comes who brings the high tide, I float amid on my back watching oh the mists, as they have all year overtake, hold and quake, part and depart. Clear. They dance in relation.  Two cranes make noises upon arrival every morning the swelter of green heat.  The…

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…

Since the time of the desk

The last time I went on vacation I drove 45 minutes up the coast highway and landed in a cheap boarding house I’d booked the night before on a 3rd party finder. Room cheap like the plastic blinds had runners missing in halves and a busted fridge that smelt like hot breath cheap, and a…

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…

Full Moon ReBirth Blessing, 12/12

Our last full moon of the year, of the Fall, and Y E S! of this D E C A D E arrives…can you believe it? The sacred geometrics that underlie all of creation show up with a Mystery glimmer and twinkle from Time to Time, too…like our Mama the Moon peaking at Full overnight…

Full Harvest Moon & The Ancient Feminine

  Happy Harvest Moon dear friends  The ancient archetype of * Harvest * Tide * is so sweet and wonder-full, no?! For better understanding of what this means (for both personal or collective S O U L  W O R K,) spend some reflection time with the Lunar Lammas-Tide post on the Wild Women Wisdom website,…

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…