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 …
self care
Celebrating Imbolc
Once upon a time, winter was something to survive. It was no joke. I don't mean like, lacking vitamin D, wishing you could wear shorts, and grumbling about commuting home in the dark. More like a quarter of your community freezing or starving to death, succumbing to illness, being lost in a …
Rest Ye
Once upon a time, I spent 4 days in the hospital recovering from surgery. And I loved it. What I loved most was middle of the night. I'd wake up just enough to sense a nurse standing very near me, touching my arms, tucking me in, reading my vitals. Sometime a doctor would come in …
