Midsummer arrives on June 20th, which I greet with equal parts joy and gravity. I suppose that is fitting, as the sun reaches the height of its power here in the Northern Hemisphere and then begins a slow decline in strength until December. I feel like a drunken ballerina, teetering on this fulcrum of 2017.… Continue reading Midsummer Review: How YOU Doin’?
Adirondack Mountains, Photo Credit: Stacy Mojica How can we not be moved by the changing seasons? I’m sharing a lovely, inspiring poem from a friend and guest poet, who is enjoying the fall foliage of upstate New York. The Engagement of Gaia and the North Wind by a Maple Tree by Stacy Mojica Dawn awakens the world with… Continue reading Gaia and the North Wind
I have written quite a bit on the Wild Woman, as many of us are reclaiming our wildness in the truest definition of the word: living in a state of nature; not tamed or domesticated. Now that we are on the astrological date of Beltane, my thoughts turned more toward Wild Woman’s counterpart, the Wild… Continue reading Invitation to the Wild Man
Little did I know that moving to Savannah five years ago would be like Persephone’s descent into the Underworld. It’s a path I believe she chose, rather than being snatched unwilling into that cavernous void. She wanted to learn about herself, and there was only one way to accomplish that task. She had to face… Continue reading Descent to the Underworld
My spiritual journey did not begin in a sacred grove amidst ancient trees under the light of a silvery moon. I didn’t wear a cloak or carry a staff adorned with a glowing crystal sphere. I didn’t have a wand or an athame or a silver pentacle dangling from a chain around my neck. I… Continue reading The Soulful Path of the Witch
There are two witches living inside of me…one wild, one tame. I won’t deny that I love the wild one most— she who resists order and structure, she who prefers the loamy smell of woodlands and the sand of untrodden shores, she who calls the lightning bolt down to shatter the tower, she who gives… Continue reading Veneration of the Wild Witch
The eve of Imbolc began with an overwhelming need to de-clutter my desk—the surface and every item in every drawer was screaming for attention. I spend quite a lot of time at my desk magical, creative space, so it has a tendency to amass several projects at once. But the message I was getting loud… Continue reading Three Gifts of Imbolc