My morning ride. This little duck pond surrounded by trees and trails is the closest I can get to a forest in the inner city. Since my Vision Quest I have been visiting every week, leaving offerings, sitting still, watching the birds, bugs, trees.Read More
A recap: 5 years ago I found myself ill with Grave’s Disease, a chronic, potentially debilitating malaise, most likely brought on by hormonal disruptions from pregnancy and then, chronic no-sleep with a baby for 3 years solid. My body just, gave out. At least, that’s what was happening in the physical realm. Believing that my […]Read More
I heart Etsy. Not that I endorse consumer culture overly much, but I do love artists and crafty-people. And a lot of folks on Etsy are moms making it work. I’m happy to support. If you’re gonna buy, to the best of your abilities, buy second-hand, local, handmade or mom and pop. (In other words, avoid […]Read More
Around Bealtane (Spring) 2012, I set up my first altar. It was confusing at first, because I wanted an altar for a few different reasons: one was to honour my ancestors and guides and whomever else may be out there helping me out; the other was to have a place to do a daily devotional […]Read More
After reading a post from a past teacher, I decided to try out asking the spirit of my disease what it was here to teach me. For those who don’t know, I have Graves Disease, which is an autoimmune malfunction where the immune system attacks the thyroid gland (roughly speaking). Symptoms for me, fluctuate. Lately it’s […]Read More
Originally posted on FURIOUSHORDE:
Imbolc is a time of quickening. The word Imbolc is from the Gaelic for “in the belly” and speaks of the promise of spring, even when winter lingers. Think of the earth stretching before arising from her winter bed and her blood warming beneath her skin of soil. Our Quickening Spread…
The world is going crazy south of us here in Canada and no-one knows how it will all pan out for all of us. Everything feels suddenly hyperreal, as is common when faced with a threat – reality solidifies around survival instincts so we can have this pin-point of focus on the enemy.
There is really SO MUCH wrong in the world it can be overwhelming. My reaction thus far has been to try to keep my eye on all of it, as if in some way this will make it all safer. But this is impossible. It spreads my energies thin and accomplishes very little, other than creating a state of fear and worry. So this year, at Imbolc, I am doing something different.
Here’s a timely little poppet, in honour of Imbolc / Bridget’s Day.Read More
I used to think mediating was hard because well, it was. But my practice had only just begun. Meditation hasn’t changed my life, it’s changed me.Read More
On the anniversary of his death. Come, come, whoever you are.Read More