“The term ‘solstice’ comes from the Latin words sol (sun) and sistere (to stand still). At the solstice, the angle between the Sun’s rays and the plane of the Earth’s equator (called declination) appears to stand still.” – Farmer’s Almanac Becoming still is not celebrated. In a culture that asks for production, movement, excelling, and competing, the last thing to do is to stop. To rest. To reconnect. There are always more things to do. More tasks to cross off the list. Until... Read more
The new moon comes, as it will. (Not until December 4, but I thought I’d get ahead of it.) (Another freaking eclipse?) I know this time. I remember the way the moon held the sky before my initiation — and during. I imagine, anyway. It held and holds. But this year, new. Change becomes me. And you. As it does. Always, Always New I have read this is an important one (for me), but haven’t all the moons and planets... Read more
I blame* the Norns for having me think about time lately. The time I have wasted. The time I have forgotten. The time I thought I had in place, that I had plans for, but then not. Or it could be the pandemic that’s over and not. It could be the class I’m co-facilitating with a friend, inspired by the Norns. Or it could be that it’s existential crisis time. (AGAIN.) Or the book contract that’s tapping its foot at... Read more
With Samhain season coming to a close for another year, I start to look ahead at what’s to come and that means reviewing my daily practices. The unflinching resolve of the pandemic has made many days seem monotonous and my energy feel stagnant. Sometimes that’s quite alright, as survival is a good thing. And sometimes surviving doesn’t look all that exciting. But if you’re anything like me, the trick with boring days is that is can slow my magickal focus.... Read more
“Sorcery cannot be taught. You find it yourself, or you do not.” ― Madeline Miller, Circe It’s taken me a bit to think this through enough to say something out loud. And even now, I know this is imperfect, a conversation that’s still in pencil in my brain. I’m less interested in being known as a teacher by calling myself a facilitator. I wish to facilitate experiences. I wish to lead people to their own truth. Even if it’s not what I... Read more
Grief is a frequent visitor. Whether it is reminders of those I’ve lost or those who have died, this time of decreasing light in the Northern Hemisphere reminds me how nothing blooms all the time. And yes, there is still beauty. I try to remember the lesson of grief and joy, both at the same time. That as a human, I am a set of complex emotions and reactions and responses that often (but not always) happen simultaneously. I am... Read more
Last year, the online Reclaiming Spiral Dance for Samhain was delightful. It was amazing to watch witches from around the world come together to create magick over the internet. Often saying things at a blank screen. Or recording things weeks earlier. People with the skills of digital editing brought all of these talents and magics together. And, for the most part, it worked. (You can’t account for everything when you’ve never done something before, after all.) So, we’re going to... Read more
I haven’t been writing here lately. It’s nothing personal, it’s just that…I have nothing to say. Well, I have a lot to say, but this is not the forum. Or maybe it will be once I wrap my head around all of the swirling. Back to here. Hey. One of the things I could have said was that I was busy writing the two books I’m contracted to write right now. I could have. But that would be a lie.... Read more
One time, I was co-creating a class with a friend and we wanted to dream something new. We wanted expansion. Creativity. The removal of limits and rules and oppression. A world that could hold everything and everyone well. We wanted folks in the class to create this new world, a world of dreams and possibility. A place of true liberation (whatever that might mean to you and you and you). But how do you begin to dream of something you’ve... Read more
I used to be the witch who collected experiences. I collected this class and that chant and that ritual working and those whispers from the godds. I bundled them all up and made a pretty place for them in my heart and on my altar. But it was never enough. I would gather and collect and continue to fill my time and space with things, things, things. In a moment of clarity, I realized none of it made sense. I... Read more
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