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Welcome to the Apocalypse
As you know, on the weekends, I like to post poetry, wisdom and inspiration from other visionaries. Today, I offer an excerpt from a column by astrologer and bliss conspirator Rob Brezsny. The column was published in December, 2007 and is from his book Pronoia, which offers fabulously subversive instructions for Living. In the midst … Read more
Saturday Poetry
THE LORDS OF SHADOW by Fiona MacLeod (William Sharp) Where the water whispers mid the shadowy rowan-trees I have heard the Hidden People like the hum of swarming bees: And when the moon has risen and the brown burn glisters grey I have seen the Green Host marching in laughing disarray. Dalua then must sure … Read more
Wordless Wednesdays
Thanks to your enthusiastic responses, I’ve got a bunch of new orders to fill, so I’ll be making a fresh batch of Tarot Soul Card kits at my dining room table this morning. There are still lots more herbies to pull out, but these wanted to be posed in a pretty picture for you! Yes, … Read more
Summery Passions
I think that, as life is action and passion, it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time, at peril of being judged not to have lived. — Oliver Wendell Holmes We long to live passionate lives. There is a mega-industry that cranks out nothing but juicy … Read more
Welcoming July!
The first of July is Canada Day, so to all our friends in the vast, beautiful lands to the north, Happy Birthday, Canada! But wait! There’s more! Rabbit! Rabbit! Old English folk wisdom reports that if you say, “Rabbit! Rabbit!” or “White hares!” the very first thing on the first day of the month, you … Read more
Blessings to Hecate
Today is the last day of the month, and so is sacred to the great Triple Goddess, Hecate. On this day, we honor Her as Queen of the Night and the Goddess of Witches. Hecate is a protector of women, mighty advocate for the disenfranchised, and She who guards the crossroads. It is She who … Read more
Poetry for a Summer Sunday
Morning Poem by Mary Oliver Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun the heaped ashes of the night turn into leaves again and fasten themselves to the high branches — and the ponds appear like black cloth on which are painted islands of summer lilies. If it is your … Read more
Signs of Summer
I don’t know exactly what a prayer is. I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass, how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields, which is what I have been doing all day. Tell me, what else should … Read more