I used to cringe at the moment in the Spiral Dance ritual where we’d get into small groups to talk about our Beloved Dead. I was uncomfortable because…I didn’t really have anything to say. I was lucky to have my loved ones around, alive. And I took them for granted. And in doing so, I only understood death from a logical point of view. I knew people died. I knew the people in my life would die, eventually. My grandparents... Read more
I feel the movement of Persephone to her throne in the Underworld, to follow the voices of the dead. When I look around, I can see the seasons shifting to slumber. When I stop looking at computer screens and notifications, I see the leaves falling and the light changing. Each step is moving from green grass to crunchy leaves that give way to damp. Each step is moving from vibrancy to decay. Letting go. Letting go. I let go of... Read more
I call out to the dead and the dead call out to me. There was a time when I was walking down the hall and I smelled her perfume. And I didn’t know what to do. So I stood there, patiently. As though she might round the corner to say hello. I closed my eyes and waited. The smell lingered. The scent was unmistakable. Jasmine. I wanted to hold onto that feeling, that whisper. I wanted to bring it deep... Read more
As the days become shorter and the nights longer, grief emerges. With all of the talk of our Beloved Dead and the Ancestors, I am reminded of those who have gone before me. Family. Friends. Dear ones. Grief is the feeling of loss, potent and tangible. The absence of their touch, their voice, their presence becomes thicker. As circles are cast and images of veils becoming thinner are all around, I want to reach out and remember. I want to... Read more
It’s daunting to be a Witch — to know things, to feel things, and to experience the goddess and godds. At least, it has been for me. I’m frequently, continuously floating between the world others want me to see, and the worlds I know to be real, even tactile. And I remember the moment it all started. At Mary’s Feet I was really into Mary. Growing up Catholic, she was the one that called out to me. Maybe... Read more
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