reclaiming

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]

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 […]