One of the perks of being a blogger and author is that you often get books to review. (One of the tricks of being a blogger and author is making the time to read them. Ahem.) I’m going to catch up and review a few books over the next few weeks. And to be honest, it’s great to turn off writer brain and turn on curious brain. Anatomy of a Witch Laura Tempest Zakroff‘s work has always pulled me in.... Read more
Another beautiful being has died. So many others have died this year, needlessly, alone, untouched. The grief is palpable, interrupted and calls to unexamined grief. The things I should have said. The things I could have done. The people that are still alive whose stories I don’t know anymore. I know I’m not alone in this. Neither are you. I guess I just wish there was a bit more connection. A bit more community around grief. Because every day something... Read more
I really had no idea how to title this blog on magick. I know what I want to say and how I want to say it, but I had no idea how to summarize it in a few words. So, ignore the title. Here’s what I want to talk about: smaller groups build trust more quickly and magick more effectively. Before you have a chance to say it: I’m not saying large groups can’t. Or don’t. Or won’t. (Witchcamp is... Read more
I have heard that this new moon offers the reminder of resourcing. Coming back. Coming into trueness. Return to relationships and memory. Tap into what is meaningful and what needs a reintroduction. Are you getting what you want? Are you feeling the way you want to feel? Are you listening to the bold and wild heart of your chest and lifeforce? I am trying. Waves and Waves I am trying to change the story. My story. The bigger story. The... Read more
Before I begin, I need to tell you a bit about this heart magick. I spent many hours trying to figure out what I could say about the heart, about magick, and about the way this unfolds in the world as it is right now. I wrote out notes. I crafted a speech. I practiced it with a teleprompter and pages of notes across my desk, recording myself to make sure the sound was just right. That the setting was... Read more
I had a moment this week where I was drenched in magick. Every cell felt like it was humming and thrumming some song of divine. It was a Thursday. Like any other one. A few hours where I didn’t have anything scheduled. (Well, I had things scheduled, but I…wandered.) Puttering is what some call it. I call it following the magick. Because in those hours, I found answers and questions and godds clamoring for my attention. All of my beloved... Read more
The way I build relationships with the godds has refined itself over the years. Sometimes, I am attentive. Sometimes, I’m distant. Human. At first, I felt flawed. And the more I stepped into my power, the more I saw myself as divine, the less I worried about making mistakes. I turned my focus on using what I already knew of relationships to inform my practice. I shifted away from supplication and toward devotion. Away from hierarchy and toward reaching out.... Read more
I’ve just finished the fourth of seven classes for a class on Aphrodite. It’s the first class I’ve created from scratch about a godd that I work with personally and that I don’t really talk about… Until now. It’s a relationship that is mine and mine alone. I don’t care what other people think of whether I’m doing it ‘right’ or not. It’s my relationship. And even in the class, I don’t tell people what to do. It’s their relationship... Read more
Sometimes my prayer to the sky is nothing more than a look. Sometimes a prayer looks like taking off my shoes and letting grass tangle between my toes. Sometimes a prayer is the words I don’t say. And then the words I do. Sometimes my prayer is the moment where I surrender without knowing what’s next or what’s real. Lately, my prayer has been to my body that has told me one thing, but reality has offered something else. Putting... Read more
I have to admit. I’ve liked wearing a mask. Not at first, of course. As soon as I was far away from people, I’d rip it off and try to forget there was a reason to wear it. As though disposing of any evidence might make things less real. As though I could pretend it wasn’t there when it clearly was. My face pained and stretched. Slightly sweaty from holding onto that shield for however long I needed to. So... Read more
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