in the dark i lay body to body, a stranger to my bed much as the stranger in my bed who isno stranger, man whose breath i am able to taste when he’s awaywho for two years sleeps aside other in the dark sleeps asidethe child growing darkness of my heaving womb to his bare back…
Tag: prayer and soul making
prayer, earth day
Cmm’onnn shut the fug up haaa hhaa sweet, sweet lord you’re kidding me honey honestly I get on here just to write somehow it starts out to you, again Cat bc this damn music you bring whaaaat?! and am laughing as I write this right now only for the tinge of tears in the center…
Shadow Work and Devotion. At Lunar Imbolc.
Devotion. It’s a wrought word, full with personal associations, and so I write it tenderly, for any and all that have been injured by traditions that forced or coerced dogma and rigidity, those direct or indirect punches to the developing, authentic soul. I know about those hits, personally, both from family and culture. I was…
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…
Lunar Lammas. The Divine Feminine & Healing the Soul of Culture. Celebrate with Me, August 3!
Traditional First Harvest known as Lammas or Lughnasa in the Celt tradition is this Sunday, August 2. To understand First Harvest as an archetypal tide, its cultural and traditional meanings and practices the world round in depth, go here. We all feel the archetypal energy of this time magnified right now. The moon waxes or…
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…
Wild Women Wisdom 