I feel a call to the wellspring. The place where the water bubbles up from the earth as a gift. Where the trickling flow of water soothes a frenzied mind. A secret and wild garden, the plants and trees gathered… Read moreJanuary’s New Moon: The Sacred Well
I had written many words in a journal by hand while I was traveling a week ago. They were good words about the importance of receiving. They were about harvests and abundance. They were about how I was on a… Read moreOctober’s New Moon: Receive
In talking to people about their experience of the seasons and seasonal change I’ve noticed differences in people’s experiences of the transition from summer to fall. Some people can’t wait: Halloween décor goes up the weekend after Labor Day, sweaters… Read moreSeptember’s New Moon: Transform
In late July and early August I am often drawn to images of twilight, sylvan gatherings, fairy bowers, midsummer night dreams, or in a word—enchantment. I cannot explain it further than that my imagination lives in a cyclical space and… Read moreEnchantment: the New Moon of August
I’ve been neglecting this blog as I’ve worked on other writing projects but I don’t want to abandon it altogether, so I’m going to start sharing some of the writing I do to prepare for my monthly New/Dark Moon Circle…. Read moreJuly’s New Moon: Deepen
You know them as beautiful, fierce rulers of icy realms, bringers of cold wind and swirling storms, residing in glacial palaces, earlobe and finger bedecked in colorless gems, wrist and neck trimmed in white fur, pale of skin, ageless, bones… Read moreSnow Queens and Winter Kings
A skeletal figure, bones bleached white with time, garbed in the frayed remnants of a hooded brown cloak, walks the land just beyond the veil of our five senses. Her regard is evident as she carefully cradles a rotten apple… Read moreOur Lady of Decay
I think I am beginning to understand the tales of impossible tasks. The ones where a true love must be rescued from somewhere east of the sun and west of the moon. Or where the hero must pluck a jewel… Read moreEast of the Sun, West of the Moon, Somewhere on the Sea
In a time where we see beings as resources, sources of profit, the ocean in her ubiquity becomes a backdrop, a location, a container from which we extract things. Yet who stands on the shore and is not at some… Read moreOcean
I have loved the tale of The Twelve Dancing Princesses for as long as I can remember. I grew up on Shelly Duvall’s Fairy Tale Theater. This episode was a favorite, one my mother recorded from TV, and I watched… Read moreThose Girls Who Go Dancing