The Big 50 It is February, finally. Imbolc has come and gone and I am watching with hopeful eyes for the beginning blooms of this new season. This month I begin my 50th revolution around this great wide world. I have celebrated my new year on Samhain for years, and then moved into the winter …
It feels almost impossible for the New Year to be just a few days away. There are a handful of reasons I’m glad to have it behind me, but a big ole bucketful of reasons I am thankful to have seen it to its end. I am here, proof of life, my daily goal now. …
Healing in the Water I spent the weekend camped alongside the Arkansas river, trust, and believe she is rolling with all the ferocity available to her banks. All the flood gates were open wide, with the speed and determination she carries within her boundaries left me speechless. I found myself looking out across the water …
It’s my Birthday, and Goddess do I feel blessed for this one! As I sit here, feeling excited and looking forward to what this next trip around the sun has in store for me, the first 51 days of this new year also leave me feeling a little fearful. I couldn’t believe the good luck …
Sitting in the waiting room of a surgical hospital is how I spent election morning. Wondering if the surgeon would be able to concentrate as he repaired the tiny holes in my sister’s ear, and would she still maintain any hearing in her right ear? I sat there with my nephew, waiting for her surgery …
As I sat trying to make a final decision on what to write about for this blog, I came back again and again to changes. It feels like the world is spinning at an incredibly fast pace. Changes come at us from a million different directions. About the best we can do is hold on …
Now comes the days of the Summer Swelter, that expanse of time in the South when everything lives beneath a blistering sun, and ever increasing temperatures. I follow a different calendar than some, and so for me, summer is here and she is here to stay. I love watching the changes start and slowly gather …
February is always a very intense month for me. We’ve celebrated Imbolc and the Blessings of Brigid, and now we stare the long last remnants of winter in the face. The February sun shines with an intensity that always appears this time of year and I watch each morning as the rise comes earlier and …
I do not celebrate Thanksgiving, I haven’t in over a decade. It simply is a fact. I don’t mind if everyone else does. I won’t hurl your turkey through the air, or dump your gravy boat. I just don’t celebrate it. What I do celebrate is Friendsgiving. I imagine a good sized handful of y’all …
As we sit at the table of our first bountiful harvest of the year, what do you see laid before you? This is a question I have asked myself too many times to count over the last week. The same answer rang back in my face over and over, “keep going, you’re almost there”. I …
