A Rose by Another Name

I was skimming through Llewellyn’s Witches’ Datebook 2014 and landed on this entry for the 28th of September: “Desert Rose, a stone formed by lightning strikes on sand, holds tremendous power.” Well, that makes sense, I mused. It would carry the power of all four elements: sand (earth), lightning (fire), and it would be shaped…

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Four Letter Word Starting with “S”

When four psychologists studied the phenomenon known as “slut shaming”—defaming a woman for the presumed frequency of her sexual activity—they learned the extent to which women shame each other, often for reasons that actually have little to do with promiscuity. The quote above was excerpted from a longer article published in Psychology Today that snagged my attention.  I…

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Flowing Gracefully

Part of me felt like it’s something I should have gotten over by now…something I should have dealt with and integrated. After all, I turn 40 this year. You would think that after 28 years of monthly cycles, I would be a pro at dealing with all things menstrual. But how can any woman be…

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Imbolc 2014: Fire and Ice

Imbolc is a cross-quarter Sabbat, marking the waning of winter and the earliest stirrings of spring.  The exact cross-quarter point occurs when the sun reaches 15 degrees Aquarius, although it is often celebrated from sundown February 1st to sundown February 2nd.  Many of us are tired of the cold air, weary of being indoors, and…

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Winged Messengers

  “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – -Emily Dickinson I use my journal to work through things.  Sometimes I use a prompt to grease the wheels, but I had no idea how far…

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Getting Rhythm

I face eastward as a brilliant coastal sunrise breaks through the clouds, following many days of unrelenting rain. The calming scent of white sage wafts around my body and the parts of the drum I will assemble. The smoke caresses the finely crafted contours of the willow oak hoop, the horsehide, the lacings, the sinew,…

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