At the peak of the summer it makes sense, I have no underwear and haven’t since I got back from school. Meaning I haven’t gotten to the Laundromat. I give thanks to the goddess of bikinis who oversees summer’s peak. I have so many, the tops and bottoms never match, yesterday at Sleepy’s I scrounged…
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Lammas tide in Huntington Beach
When I sleep on the couch at Derynne’s my body refills itself the same way that happens when I am in the back room at Grandma’s. I don’t know how it happens or why it does this. The couch is sort of lumpy and often the cats scrounge around on my chest and make the…
Big ol magic moon: Lunar Beltane in the hills
That big ol silly moon, just a stand out in the sky like someone shot a paint ball up there and smack-landed it on the flat east canvas, a perfect white slab. She was staring at me while the sun was still out. A smile I couldn’t reach or run from, just had to laugh…
The Depth Psychology & Women’s Mysteries of Halloween
It was All Saint’s Day and Day of the Dead yesterday, All Soul’s Day today, New Moon tonight or Lunar Samhain. I put a quote on WWW’s FB page out of a book called “The Herbal Lore of Wise Women and Wortcunners”. The etymology of the word wortcunner basically means root-knower. The quote was about…
Menstrual Huts may save the world
The sentiments of the following are the entire reason I started Wild Women Wisdom. Rob Brezny is such a huge inspiration….this is taken from his Moon Lodge thoughts he shared on Facebook today… Here’s an excerpt of a letter I wrote to America’s richest woman, Oprah Winfrey. “Dear Oprah,” I began. “Please buy up all…
It’s good to be alive.
Dusk last night was canyon-purple, that purple shade of nighttime blue, I drove the half mile in to town to buy ingredients for dinner. Friday night, and I was surprised by the relief downtown on Broadway, an actual light that sat on the skin in the air. This was more than fall: The tourists are gone….
Women’s Mysteries: New Moon, before Fall. Roots.
I cried when Jon sang the words to the Traveling Song. Just his voice, the snap-sounds of fire, the circle of ocean below us in a constant shhhhhushhhh. One of those times noise actually makes you feel quiet. That’s how big it was, the silence in the night. While you are away from…
Health
I take a day off An afternoon all to myself The book I’ve been saving For a day like this Makes me sigh. I think, this is grace Then my body’s gentle Response, No, this is Health.
Women’s Mysteries: The Threshold Stage
Last Thursday I felt my body ushering me into my threshold time. Threshold means at the edge. In this case, I use the word to mean being in-between two different ways of being. One way is active, initiating, directed, this is called the follicular stage, the time of month when our sex energy is ovulatory…
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