Adventures in Wortcunning: Embracing the White Sage

The first time I met White Sage was in the demonstration garden of my alma mater. I rounded the corner and heard angels sing as the sun opened the clouds and touched the softly rounded, large white leaves adorning Sage’s sturdy thigh-high stalks. For years after I sought and coveted this velvet soft touch and scent. [Read more…]

Adventures in Wortcunning: A Starwood Experience

Drums beating through the days and all along the nights become a tapestry for our dreams. Along its weaving framework of syncopated sound and silence I connected with the Devas of the 600-acre campground called Wisteria, as I slept. Here, I strolled a new and common Slumberland with these nature spirits and the assembled members of our human tribe. Our presence, I sense was most welcome on that etheric plane as we, mud-babies all, danced and deepened our connections with spirit, soul and self. [Read more…]

Adventures in Wortcunning: BS & Compost

Compost happens! Anne shares with us some thoughts about how to minimize its effects and offers a small ceremony to help with the same. [Read more…]

The Path of She: A Summer Solstice Meditation – Thou Art Goddess

The wheel of the year turns and the longest day, the Summer Solstice, is upon us. The powers of life are turned on high, gifting us with a heady display of a natural world in its fully unfurled beauty and overflowing abundance. [Read more…]

Adventures in Wortcunning: Of Plantain and Spider Bites

“Mom, what is this – a spider bite?” Two little punctures punctuated by tiny spots of blood. An inch or so down the arm, there was another pair…. [Read more…]

Adventures in Wortcunning: The Mind-Manifesting Morning Glory

I had heard about Morning Glory for years. Whispers and rumors ran throughout the circles of my Pagan and back-to-nature friends that the seeds of this garden plant could take you places … outta this world. [Read more…]

Adventures in Wortcunning: Smelling Roses

The oldest roses are still available today. Rosa gallica, called the ‘Apothecary Rose’ was the type mentioned by Greek historians and used in dark age monastery gardens and found too in medieval physic gardens. This is the type most used for the fragrance of their essential oils and in healing preparations at the time. And today, when the roses bloom in Bulgaria, armies of old women go to the fields picking 250 lbs of petals to distill for each single ounce of essential oil. [Read more…]

The Witches Next Door: A Witch in Australia

Phoenix is in the Land Down Under (cue Men at Work ear worm). She is one of the Reclaiming teachers at this year’s CloudCatcher Witchcamp. The site for witch camp rests in the shadow of the imposing Mount Warning volcanic caldera, or as it would be known to the Bundjalung people, Wollumbin. This is Phoenix’s first trip to Australia and her first adventure out of the US by herself, and that brings up a whole set of fears and apprehensions for our intrepid Pagan Priestess. [Read more…]

Adventures in Wortcunning: Ceanothus, an American Fairy Bush

It began with me, barefoot on a lawn in the suburbs of California’s Central Valley. It was summer, and therefore, redundantly, hot. I wore little besides, well, a diaper actually. From all accounts it was a happy day, but what I remember is the grass. Between my toes and in my chubby hands: then grab, yank, and in the mouth, much to Mom’s alarm. As natural to me as falling down a rabbit hole…. [Read more…]

Alone In Her Presence: The Goddess Is In The Dirt

For years, I heard the Christian expression to ‘lean on God’ in times of struggle, strife, and turmoil. But for many, and for centuries, that God isn’t or wasn’t an option. What if there was another option? What if we leaned on Earth and instead of the cup of salvation that Christianity offers, we sought to nurture the healing vessel of a Earth Mother? [Read more…]