I have filled so many journals in my lifetime they are amassing like building materials—adobe bricks, packed peat moss, ice blocks for igloos. I started writing in journals when I was a kid, & began by emulated The Diary of Anne Frank, addressing my journal as she did …
Priestess
Digging toward the Heart
Here's my list, the top 5 jobs I would have if I could do anything: Back up singer for Bob MarleyDallas CowgirlLuxury Spa reviewerCreative directorArcheologist Surprised? Hardly. So you can share my excitement that on Monday, the anniversary of my car incinerating (along …
The Priestess Moon
Tomorrow, a sideways sickle will hang in the winter sky like a smile, like a chalice. It's the first sliver of moonlight after the dark moon. It's the The Priestess Moon, the Imbolc of the month. Under this moon, I will creep through the winter leaves, wet …
My Imbolc
I got up at my usual time, about an hour before light. The floors were cold as I padded through the house on bare feet. I lit a candle to guide me downstairs to the woodstove that would usually carry a little warmth from the full rounds loaded in before bed, but not at Imbolc. At Imbolc, I …
Goodbye, Priestess! Hello….
This week, we're abandoning ship. We're clearing off the altars, pausing the anointing practices, and kissing The Priestess archetype goodbye. Why? Did something happen? Are we mad? Did this mystical shit stop working? Nah. In The Mystical Year, we have a practice that is a bit …