I write for myself but I hate my handwriting. Ugly scrawls I have to strain my blind eyes to reread. Scribbled betrayals of bodymind. My hands were… Read more “Body betrayal”
words swirl around my tongue around my throat around my heart my shoulders elbow wrist fingers words swirl around my pen until they come to rest upon… Read more “On Poetry”
I always assume I’m over it. I know I have PTSD, but I tell myself eventually, I’ll get over it. I’ve done so much work – years… Read more “Trigger Warning”
Beltane is a Sabbat celebrating fertility and crops, as well as the death of winter, and the union of divine feminine and masculine energies. It brings with it hope, excitement, creative and sexual energy, as well as a feeling of lighthearted camaraderie.
A new moon and new traveling lifestyle sets the stage for intention setting.
This one goes out to all the girls who are incredible at giving advice and terrible at taking their own.
People have always acted a little funny when I say I’m a witch. They either scoff as if I’m saying “I’m Harry Potter! I flew here on… Read more “What Do You Mean, You’re A Witch?”
February and I, we don’t get along. In fact, it’s been such a long-despised relationship, I start dreading February when August comes around. It’s a short month,… Read more “February Blues”
1 stick Paulo Santo 1 pot Coffee (French Vanilla Creamer optional) 2 capsules St. Johns Wart 1-3 Chocolate Chip Cookies Light the Paulo Santo. As it burns,… Read more “Recipe for a Peaceful Afternoon”
Today was the first Sunday I’ve spent entirely in Fort Wayne in a few weeks. A month maybe? I don’t know. I don’t pay attention to time,… Read more “Sunday Funday”