Magickal Month- June 2020

June is the 6th month in the modern calender and is named after the goddess Juno. It’s known as a month of marriage and family get-togethers as well as Gay Pride! There’s just more June in June than in any other month, which is to say that the longest days of the year reside in…

Poem- Hedge

  Hedge Motley creatures, captive creeping Totem spirits on display Bright birds caged, flitting chirping Augury in flight, come what may Forest beasts, tracking sneaking Cavorting with the fae Ocean life, teeming brimming Primordial mother at play Mineral kingdom, waiting healing Veins of the earth, ancient ley Herbal helpers, growing thriving Healing the witch every…

My Ostara

Ostara has always been an important holiday. I wrote in THIS POST last week a little about why, but the gist is that it’s kind of my Pagan birthday. As such, it’s probably the holiday that I feel most connected to, and the one that enlivens my spirit. I’m not a huge fan of warm…

My Writing Life 3/13/2015

I was somewhat less productive overall this week, but it was for a good reason. I was feeding my brain. I found the wonder that is the Right-Brainers in Business 2015 Summit, and I’ve been listening to wonderful interviews with some really motivating, inspiring people. After attending a SheWrites.com ‘webinar’ on finding readers, I was…

Last day.

So this is my last day of my 30s.  I’m feeling a bit pensive, as one would.  So between weirdly scheduled appointments on opposite sides of town, I’m finding myself with a lot of time to kill.  Right now I’m here at Morgan Falls Overlook Park.  I’m almost alone, except for some loud asshole, speaking…

Woodpecker

Yesterday we had breakfast with some friends that Bear had made through his voice-acting volunteer work.  They were lovely.  We shot the shit about random things, and just generally had a great time.  They were very welcoming and fun to hang out with. After we had enjoyed our breakfast, (bacon and pancakes- ALWAYS a winning…

Introduction to Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring…