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…

New Moon: She takes up pen, again.

It’s been a million days of this I think, and as I write such words I see the gray slant of my ceiling in the morning, the days leading up to, but especially following,  Aunt Mary’s death.  Grief, which sits like a bone in the air. Its smooth, cold, calcium-yearning.  Always there, blocking the place…