Stories, stars and fire. For thousands of years, and still in some places of the world, when the sun goes down, bringing the chill of night, we light the fire and draw near. Above, the glittering display of stars, our… Read moreApril’s New Moon: The Bonfire
When I was thirteen I began babysitting. In attempts to keep the kids entertained I would make up games for us to play. One such game involved a jump rope. I would make a circle with the jump rope and… Read moreMarch’s New Moon: The Threshold
Eight years ago I was in Orkney, Scotland and ruins were everywhere. I slept in the shadow of a ruined palace, toured the remains of a buried Neolithic village, wandered what is left of the oldest known stone circle. I… Read moreFebruary’s New Moon: The Ruins
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
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