How pluckable is your harvest?
A poetic offering and doodle for Lammas 2022. Inspired by the scene out my window: a bright yellow finch plucking a seed from an echinacea.
Crossing the Seasons
There’s a line between seasons. Perhaps it feels solid as a mountain. Perhaps gossamer as spider silk. Perhaps muddy, sticky, sharp, made treacherous by world events and climate change. How do you cross?
Brighid’s Day
Today is Imbolc or Brighid as many in Reclaiming name this cross-quarter day in the Wheel of the year. Halfway between Solstice and Equinox. Here, a poem and a vow.
Lunarpunk, in hindsight . . . or foresight
To some, my novel might appear to be contemporary fantasy. Yet those in a spiritual path like mine will recognize The Working as fabulism (magical realism for those of us not Latinx
Easing into 2022
Like a new pair of shoes, I’m not yet sure how 2022 fits. I’ve not quite landed, nor have a sense of a change in the zietgeist. I’m not rushing forward, though also not staying static. Kind of how I’m looking forward to watching Don’t Look Up tonight, at the same time dreading it.
Illuminate the night
The moon illuminates this longest night as we sail through Solstice. I offer you a pause, a verse.
Witchcamp 2021: workshops, ritual, connecting
In my 2021 Witchcamp workshop we’ll connect with Earth/Nature as kin. What does it mean to feel ourselves part of the We that encompasses all living beings?
Fireflies, cicadas, and other kin: a climate change story
I rescued a firefly this morning, giving it a lift outside from the bathroom floor. What would Summer be without fireflies? To my dismay, climate change may yield an answer.
Wisdom from the Elders
The Old Ones pulled a card for you: Knight of Cups. They offer wisdom about reciprocity.
Why a Witch?
A long-overdue post on why I describe myself as a Witch, despite stereotypes and hate. Or perhaps…