Dirt Heart Witch
I had a few important teachers from whom I accidentally learned really crucial parts of my practice. Sir Terry Pratchett was one of them. Read more
I had a few important teachers from whom I accidentally learned really crucial parts of my practice. Sir Terry Pratchett was one of them. Read more
Spring is a precious time. When things are new, they are fragile. Sometimes it feels that a noise or a word will make all our seeds die. It is from this place of vulnerability that we begin to build a magickal practice based on being centered in our true selves, full of our true measure of Power, deeply and lovingly connected with the Earth, the Sky, Sun, Moon, Stars and all other helpful beings in this glorious Universe. Read more
The moon said this When she called me out Out to where she could see me with her one bright eye When she called me out For forgetting our date For not bringing flowers For not telling her how beautiful she is When she called me out For inattention to her trickling silver over the Earth, touching her sister with fingers of light For ignorance of her fine chorus of crickets, making a song of longing for each other For... Read more
What's the solution to this little goat's problem? Jenya writes on the scariness of poor health in the herd. Read more
Friends, I've been phoning it in for the past couple of months. I guess the writing's been okay, but there's not been enough of it! Not posting a lot = not many folks reading. Not many folks reading = sad writer. But here's the thing: there is this little house we are in. Outside this little house is an orchard with apple trees that have been there for decades; there are also new apple and pear trees just getting their legs under them. They all want mulch and songs. Read more
Master of the Herd, I invite your wisdom. Keeper of the mysteries of Queenship and conflict, be with us in our time of need. Give us the answers we seek to keep peace in the family, to give each their due, to hold the value of all. Bless us and blessed be~ Read more
Mother Earth, dark and fecund, hold me to my flesh. Help my molecules to slow to an easy vibration. Teach me to center into depth, root into confidence, remember my part in the dance. Bless me and blessed be. Read more
A poem for the First of my Mothers~ the "Lady" Brigid (she laughs when I call her "Lady" but I like it :)) Read more
Where does God live in You? The Goddess calls to us, Her Beloved Children, at this turning of the Wheel, to come and hear a secret... Read more
Jenya writes on Goat Stewardship~ Day 1 Read more
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