Last night was beautiful. And painful. I sat alone on my porch in the dark, listening to the last crickets singing in the trees and watching Mars rise over the eastern ridge, glimmering red. It was warm enough to be outside with a sweater and a scarf. The woods cradled me as always, and my …
Self
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 …
