Come Blue Hag, Great Bear Mother, Hooded Maiden, aid us in our tasks. For on this winters path we seek …
Winter, a poem
Deafening white particles lay upon the ground like a blanket. Consistent silencing atmosphere huddles and weighs upon the Earth. Harnessing it’s collective, cool energy, creates a mass of pieces each completing the others.
The breath of snow awakens…
Ostara: A Reflection
Liminal times are magical times, neither fully one thing nor the other, yet a little bit of both. It is the time when everything blends together, wet paint put to canvas ready to be brushed into a masterpiece.
From the Boughs of Yggdrasil: Jera
This piece is a recurring runic exploration. It is a culmination of study from Taking Up the Runes by Diana L. Paxson (1), A Practical Guide to The Runes by …
I Am Not Alone
The world these days seems designed to tear us apart: men vs. women, blue vs. red, black vs. white, idiots vs. morons, news vs. “news”. And I feel lately that …