ritual

craving full .:. hungry for more

Whether it’s the Mercury retrograde or the up/down of the weather, my insides have felt raw. I’m at a loss for words and a loss for actions, stuck between what has been and what could be. This month, I’m creating a spell to remember the fullness of myself, no matter the shape of the moon or the size of my To Do list. They say it’s a Pink Moon, though not in color. Pink for flowers and blossoming and growth. The full moon in Scorpio arrives on Sunday, April 29, and some say it will be a time of unburdening. […]

encountering newness

It’s easy to see that spring is coming. From the rains here in northern California to the way the hills are neon green, the seasons are shifting. The winds are harder in the afternoon, blowing in the warmer air, the drier air. And the moon’s light is waning, as it does. As it does. I want to tell you that it’s easy to remember this is all a cycle of rebirth. I want you to know in your bones that everything that goes will return. That all that grows will fall away too. But in the moments when it’s all […]

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 […]

what is remembered, lives

I’m running out of words to fully express the grief that stands by the door. I’m running out of tears to cleanse the rough wounds that come with each moment I want to hear her voice. I can call it up in my head and I can pull up videos on my phone. But in the end, she is gone. And it is Samhain. The time for remembering. I want to tell you stories about her, but they’re not mythic or complicated. I could tell you about the time she and I went out shopping and got into a fender […]

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 […]