magick

prepare, prepare

The time is coming. The time for magick in the woods. A place I haven’t been before. A place I may never see again. The years are funny like that. I can only prepare for what I think might happen. All my tools of my heart. Of my hand. Of my intuition. Packed up, arranged, and folded so they fit. There will be a moment when I feel I’m not ready. When I feel I won’t know enough or know what to do. So I prepare. And not all of it is mystical. Some of it is eating more green […]

new moon // just do it

My bones ached along the waning of the moon. A feeling like wanting to run and not being able to move. Not quite trapped, not quite free. I’m waiting for something. I’m ready for something. This is not a time for mourning, I hear between the rains. This is not a time for falling to pieces and kneeling on the ground. Now is the time to look up, look around, grab the tools you already have, and get started. For me, I need to go beyond words in order to find out what I must call into my life. Words […]

between supermoons: a spell

a ritual for these times for growing for brightness for glowing and flowing and shrinking and hiding and climbing under the covers   ingredients: a clear space / counter / shelf / mind a candle / any color / any size, but big enough to hold your dreams a promise (only you can make this one)   invite the possibility that this spell is already working somewhere between the shifting of tides and the aching of the growing days (or nights) breathe in the probability that everything changes (as it does, as it does)   conjure a feeling that you […]

another aspect

she wasn’t supposed to be there so much we’d had conversations and discussions and plans but she was also always supposed to be there in the underworld / my living room / my heart Ereshkigal the older sister the one who had a place of her own to run to birth the souls of the dead again and again and again *** that night she was insistent that this time  (there had been other times) she was not going to hold back she was going to say the things she always wanted to say to Inanna she would point at […]

pomegranates and veils

the time for thinning veils and the closeness of those departed Samhain, I’ve been warned about you so tonight, i’ll sit with myself with a bowl of pomegranates and remember that there are some pips i decided to eat and some that i didn’t realize i’d swallowed because not every initiation is chosen and many steps just happen because you were already moving in that direction this year, i have lost (so many have) this year, i have grieved (so many have) and this is not the end   the Beloved Dead are not going away they only get closer […]

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 […]