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3|20 Early Spring
The art of the soundless is shining.A beam of the ancient is calling.The ground below is grumbling.We were lost before.We are found now.
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Persephone’s Pleasure: Herbal Tea
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The art of Astrology
As I venture deeper and deeper into the vast and complicated world of the cosmos, I become undeniably convinced that true astrology at its best is not fortune telling. It’s pattern recognition. It builds the bridge between myth, emotion, and mind. Then it asks us to courageously cross it. Who among us would willingly grace… Read more
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Soul to Suit
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The New Shelf – Self – Shelf
If someone told me that by 2019, I would be immersed in a world of Alchemy, reading ancient Greek texts and talking to plants, I’d say thanks for the laugh you laughy-laugh laugher-laugh. I would have pointed to my shelves of poetry and story to defend my utter inability to comprehend the notion. I would… Read more
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took a bit
Navigating this little wood has been a curious affair indeed. Each season brings a different flavor of chaos and surprise. Branches creek, the water runs, and the coyote comes and goes. I have been walking around in it and looking at the sky for a while now. At a loss of how to make myself… Read more
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The Ground Apple
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The new-old-new
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Herb & Rose
I came to herbs by way of the Moon. I was seeking something true.I was looking for a way to serve. To build something new. I composed a little ritual and made an offering to suit. I was working with intention and consorting with the sky. I was seeking guidance from the invisible divine. She… Read more
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Sacrificial Understandings
I have been in a reflective learning state for quite a while now. It’s a peaceful state in a safe space with talking trees and a sky of stars. Meditative meanderings wake me up with the dark mornings and the quiet lives here. I write and I work. I use my hands and I follow… Read more
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Threading the Grid
