Lunar Imbolc 2022. We round the last dark corner

Monday into Tuesday evening is the lunar celebration of mid-winter. Wednesday is the traditional, Brigid’s day as my tradition has come to life for me in past year’s, Imbolc or Candlemas in other terms. Lunar Imbolc is signified on the Mystery Path by the crescent moon. This is entryway time, we welcome Virgin moon, this…

Dreaming Moon. Body Sovereignty

Monday’s full moon is part of the first lunation (complete moon cycle) of the new solar year, the new moon of winter solstice. This is the lunation I call Dreaming moon. Dreaming moon is its own special time between times, time of the true power of winter arriving. When we reckon with stillness. The need…

Time out of time, on the 13th moon~

So frens if ya feelin a bit witchy, this moons for you To my earth walk, our time is sort of out of time as this is the 13th moon of the lunar year. Meaning this a time to activate the magic of the 13th moon concept: Inherent to women’s mysteries is the deep descent…

field notes on animism. tracking~

day 1. to find the sacred circle. it will open itself to you as it did when the tree breeze led you there the first time. begin with faith in this. trust the ecology. the calf high lime green underbrush tho unknown to you now is friend yet to be met. the holly grove is…

Spring forward with the New Moon this weekend

Happy dark into New Moon weekend, dear ones & mmmm what a yummm yummmy one it’s setting up to be~ Overnight, Saturday, we not only “Spring” forward an hour, we also have the alchemy of dark into light that marks the new lunation, or moon cycle, with a New Moon. This is the lunation that…

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…

Happy Traditional to Lunar Imbolc: Letting the Tide move you.

Happy traditional Imbolc, friends. I woke up today with a mist in my heart, the kind only satiated by the reliable rhythm languages, the silences and flurries of Mama Earth. It felt like longing, and when I leaned into the feeling I saw myself on a drive around the Tall Pines, this Place where I…

Winter Solstice. Animism, Ancestor Weekend, the sweet call of Yule Tide.

Backyard just before dawn Wednesday morning, the outlines of bare branches seem almost purple against a heavy gray sky. To the eye all else appears barren, but the intuitive eyes, the heart eyes, the soul eyes–a ripeness of movement motions the air. Some Solstices are deeply still, some you feel the quickening so ripe it…