Nature, Poetry

Meeting Resistance

Tree limbs reach over the fence, swaying, beckoning, asking why I’m over here on the other side of a man-made barrier. Not woman-made. A woman would not make a defense against all that is natural and wild. She sees herself in the tangled vines and gnarled roots— meeting resistance, growing around it anyway. The trees… Continue reading Meeting Resistance

Nature, Poetry, Seasons

Gaia and the North Wind

Adirondack Mountains, Photo Credit: Stacy MojicaHow 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 a… Continue reading Gaia and the North Wind

Goddess, Nature, Poetry

Descent to the Underworld

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

Goddess, Nature

The Soulful Path of the Witch

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

Empowerment, Goddess, Nature, Poetry

Veneration of the Wild 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

Elements

Fluidity and Grace

I jump back into her arms over and over again, but I’m not really mastering the backstroke.  I’m just letting her catch me, because I’m scared that I’ll drown. My swimming instructor, a very tan and capable Red Cross lifeguard, realizes that she will get nowhere with a five year-old who doesn’t like to be… Continue reading Fluidity and Grace