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; The Priestess Moon, the Imbolc of the month. Under this moon, I will creep through the winter leaves, wet with rain, …
Priestess
the holiness of “empty”
Taking vows at Imbolc is a long-standing tradition among those who walk The Wheel of the Year. Vows are a way to honor our precious life force. It's also a way to focus it, keeping us on track for soul growth and connection with the divine. Admittedly, vows can feel intimidating, kinda …
calling Imbolc
Invocations kindle our wisdom and invite benevolent companionship for ritual, gatherings, and creative endeavors. Face the East. Beloved east, we call to you and your Priestesses. We call the initiates, the ones who revere beginnings. We call Beginner's Mind, and the ones who tend its …
on purpose
This essay comes two days after the 2024 US presidential election, and about six weeks after Hurricane Helene. It's tempting to give up. Yesterday morning I woke up and felt like doing just that. I felt a "fuck it" wash over me, a hair-raising fear, and a deep loneliness. As though I …
beginning to write
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 …