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.
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… Continue reading The art of Astrology
One of the new shelves-selves 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… Continue reading The New Shelf – Self – Shelf
Turns out wondering around your forest yard for a few years and taking wonky selfies does pay off in the end. 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… Continue reading took a bit
My little mess 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… Continue reading Herb & Rose
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… Continue reading Sacrificial Understandings