moon tale

i want to tell you of the golden moon that hangs in the nearly blue sky in the hours between rest and return between fires and floods and the unknown lost so lost in the upswell and the downdraft of not knowing what to do i have seen a child’s first days and last days i have held the last stitches of my mother’s hands i have opened my eyes to the horror of it all i have closed my eyes to catch one glimpse of how it used to be i want to tell you of the golden moon […]

eclipsed

Sometimes, the shadows fall across the bright, the confident, the true. There is a breaking in the world today, a raw and open wildness that reaches out a hand to pull us up from all of the worries, the sorrows, and longings that sometimes make us sleepy. There is a beauty in the world today that beckons us to believe, to see, and to encounter the possibility that everything is sacred, even when it weeps. There is a spell that enchants and holds us, steady and solemn. The words are the forces of resilience and capacity, of knowing there is […]

phases

I don’t know what to say since my mother died in April, but there are words in every crevice of my life. There are ways to create signposts that alert me to what’s happened and no direction to what happens next. I know that something will emerge, that something will reveal itself in the light of the day and the night. There is magick in the liminal. New Death is first thing I think about in the morning now. After the alarm goes off, after the day lets me know it’s ready for me, I remind myself that she is […]

fullness

“Off in the twilight hung the low full moon, And all the women stood before it grave, As round an altar. Thus at holy times The Cretan damsels dance melodiously With delicate feet about the sacrifice, Trampling the tender bloom of the soft grass,” ~Sappho The fullness aches. The pregnant moment arrives, the moment of it’s-going-to-happen-no-matter-what-we-do is here. Look at the moon. I wander in the movement toward fullness, pulled and dragged at times. Do I dare?  “As the Moon at the full was complete, so all its potentialities were at their height: it was either the Healer of sorrows […]

coming home

I remember her eyes. And the way that we connected. I don’t remember her name. I don’t know if I even asked. I don’t remember if we spoke. But I remember this: the feeling of home. It was 2008. I didn’t know a soul and there I was, in the first ritual. The drums called us to the circle, bodies moved around the fire. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I took a breath. No turning back now. On the car ride to the camp, I asked a lot of questions of the driver who I’d just met that […]

New Moon, New Moon

“Love transforms us. Reveals our potential. Reveres what is inherent, even if unrealized, within us. It forms us in its image. Fortifies us with its strength. Instills within us the honorable duty to carry its message forward.” — Chani Nicholas, Today’s New Moon in Aries, The Courage to Love The moon sings to me, speaks to me, calls to me. Lingering in its shadow last night, I felt the whisper of a beginning. And tonight, I’ll walk out to the lavender in the front yard and whisper into the purple the spell that I want to bring into being. I’ll […]