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 …
Seasons
Mystery School
I could have started a Mystery School about 10 years before I actually did. Once upon a time, I was the fortune teller at my nieces' elementary school Fall Festival. I had a tent with pillows and twinkly lights, and little kids would crawl in and sit with me, knee to knee, and hold …
Who Were the Witches?
I learned this song travelling through Yellowstone on a school bus filled with Girl Scouts. I’ve been singing it to groups for decades at this point. When my nieces were little they requested it at bedtime.Do you ever wonder who, indeed, were the witches?And what …
who’s afraid of the dark?
I have pet peeves just like anyone else. Some are like whatever, and some make me insane. This one makes me insane. This one cuts people off at the knees, breeds divisiveness, and vilifies something sacred. It's meant well, and I know the people who say it have their heart in …
lost & found
I began this year by taking vows. It's what we do around here. At Imbolc in early February, the mystics and I walk with The Priestess archetype and commit our life force to the coming year. This year I vowed to tend my Self. It sounds simple, but it's no small thing. As each …