I’ve always believed in Santa Claus. I believed in Santa unquestioningly until the 4th grade when one of my friends told me he didn’t exist. This friend made perfect sense, describing the parents loading the stockings after the kids had gone to bed and so on, but I went on believing in …
Seasons
The Warrior Why
This essay was originally published August 2021, edited for today just a tad. I’m off track. Again. It might look like I have it together, but I don’t. Like everyone, I’m frustrated that COVID is rearing back up. I’m frustrated that it’s not easy to sit with you, offer divinations, …
a poem for the waning green
Over the weekend we crossed a threshold together. Some of us were relieved, and others maybe not so much. Either way, it was the Autumn Equinox. Our dear Earth floated level in space for a day, and now she tilts this hemisphere slowly away from the sun. We are in the Deep, Dark half …
drip with nectar
What is it like to bloom unabashedly, like the honeysuckle? To drip with nectar? How would it feel to know what you're attracting, and why? Not like "the Law of Attraction". More like the honeysuckle, buzzing with bees. This is what the Tantrika archetype will show you, if you …
Blow on the coals
Once upon a time it was 2019 and everything was fine. I mean, nothing is ever "fine", but in 2019 I had a full head of brains and a business that was running pretty well. Then the pandemic hit a few weeks after my 10-year relationship ended. That was three years ago, and all is …