Second Harvest Moon, 2020.

Tomorrow night is the second Harvest Moon on the earth or Women’s Mysteries path. This is the moon following Mabon. How was your Fall Equinox last week? The energy or themes catalyzed (meaning present and activating) for you then peaks this week under the full light of Mama Luna. Depth or sacred feminine as an…

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….

New Moon Overnight

Overnight we hit the pitch of depth of lunar dark for the month~her new lunation, or new moon, comes with the dawn. This is the new moon cycle that brings about the Rites of Fall, known as Mabon or Fall Equinox. Archetypal time of Both, And….Equal balance of daytime and nighttime. Lesson of Being In-Between~Mabon…

“Slippage, a Provocation” by Sharan Strange

To call oneself African (here) means, simply, the rejection of a view of self as mired in double consciousness. It is to imagine (or know—or avow, finally) one’s consciousness as that of the African’s untainted by the European encounter.                                         …

Alchemy Thoughts, on the last week of Summer

We bonfired in person the night of full moon last week, it was the first time that the co-op I founded, and our two different Women’s Mysteries circles, gathered as one this whole fiscal year. The original of course being scheduled for Ostara, or the sabbath Rites of Spring. Which were cancelled because of the…

Dark Moon Clear-Seeing. The Power of the Hag.

Dark Moon is here, time of Mama Earth’s Shadow on Mama Moon. Monthly Time of Shadow-Reflection. This, the year of Collective Dark.  The fog and mists have been here all year.  Here, metaphysically.   And here, in 3-D form, at least along the mid-Atlantic Coast of the US. What the Buddhists would call Maya, the personal…

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…