The Quickening
The living flame within my heart, Dances and Whispers your many names. Ancient One, Goddess, Mother of All, Thank you for guiding me to hear your call. I stand by the waters… Continue reading
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The Void
Here I sit in Her Void Stirrings, Emotions, Grief Connection, Bliss, Devotion Cauldron of Potential This place of possibilities Deep, Deep Thoughts Rawness, Exposure Compassion, Love I sit on the see saw Of… Continue reading
Gratitude
I initiated my Tuesday by watering under the moonlight, attended by my feathered friends with the big clacking beaks, the kookaburras. They see so well and like me, they are the first ones… Continue reading
Preparing for Winter Solstice
I went for a small ramble this afternoon with the intention of eventually going to the elderly old pine tree on this property. I wanted to remove some pinion resin from its generous… Continue reading
Bones, Stones & Fog
Just 12 days out from the longest night and the shortest day, Mid-Winter, Yule approaches. Waves roll in of fog, faerie webs, and dew drops. It’s the weaving time, before the sun is… Continue reading
Morning Mist & Mud
The shadows of the morning mist, beckon me outside. I leave my desk and follow the mornings call. The softness of the rolling, falling mist meets my skin, refreshing, invigorating, I breathe it… Continue reading
Nightfall Magick
When you live in a place where there are no streetlights, the length of the sunsets, and the rays of the moonrise are lights that dance on every fibre of your being, Nature… Continue reading
KEEP CALM AND GET YOUR HORNS UP!
Working with the ancestors requires and appreciation of paradox, all potential and nothing exists simultaneously for as the old Witch saying goes. “Truth is most oft found twixt the horns.”