June 15, 2019

I have become interested in textures these days. The texture of belief. The texture of magick. The way things are smooth one day and rough the next. I call on my intuition to create beauty. Read more

June 13, 2019

I’ve never liked Summer Solstice. I want the sun to stretch out for as long as possible. And while I can’t stop the fading light, I can call on my magick and memory to return to wonder and bright. Read more

June 6, 2019

When I began to think of magick as the long walk and not a sprint, I deepened my practice and allowed the spell of my life to lead me. Read more

May 22, 2019

As the world presents disappointments, I seek to return to the magick of the godds, to feel their protection, their nurturing, and their wisdom. In resourcing and coming back to my body, I know I am not alone. Read more

May 11, 2019

Remembering my mother is easy, letting her go is not. I called forth the magick of remembering, repairing, and releasing to come to a place of sweetness, even in deep loss. Read more

May 2, 2019

I stood up in a large ritual where Hecate was the witness to our magick and I made a pledge to Her. I remember what I said. I remember the time container I put on it. And I had every intention of following through. But I didn’t. I made excuses. I changed the timeline. I explained away my wording as not being as strict as it actually was. And, over time, it became vaguer. Almost forgotten. Instead, it became a… Read more

April 26, 2019

I never believed in love spells, until I started to realize I was already a part of the love spell of life. This Beltane, I reach out to myself and deepen into the power of connection and emergence. Read more

April 18, 2019

My spells are simple and often brought together by necessity, the light of the moon, and the tug of my heart. For a year, I’ve had flowers drying in my bedroom since a working with Persephone. The flowers were meant to entice her, to bring her back from the land of the shadows, back into the arms of springtime and her mother. All year, I would pass these flowers and they would send their scent into my heart, as though… Read more

April 3, 2019

I get up at 4am most days and on my calendar is an alert: Daily Practice. My computer beeps, my phone beeps, and the Catholic guilt that’s etched into my soul nudges at me. Get up. Get coffee. Do your daily practice. No really. Do it. Maybe tomorrow. And since there have been too many ‘maybe tomorrow’s, I realized I needed to change things up and go back to what I know better than anything else. Get Rid of Old… Read more

March 28, 2019

Ritual. Class. Camp. Energy work. Chanting. Spellwork.  Repeat. Early in my witch days, I would have these amazing experiences. AMAZING. I would be filled with hope and wonder and clarity. And then I’d go home and have a headache for days. I would struggle to get through the next day. I would feel like crap. The magick would loosen itself from its place of power in my memory. How could something so wonderful make me feel so bad? Magick hangovers… Read more

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