Sunday Poetry For My Wildling Kin

The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery vats, Full of berrys And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the … Read more

Sunday Poetry

With thanks to my heart-sister Diane Driver, who shared this with me. Remember  – poetry is the world’s oldest form of magickal spell, and is meant to be read aloud. A Sighting  by Connie Wanek The gray owl had seen us and had fled but not far. We followed noiselessly, driving him from pine to … Read more

My Poetry Gift for Brigid, In the Year I Turn 60

Once again, as I have for many years, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival. This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of healing, smithcraft, and poetry (to name a few of Her purviews). It is held throughout Imbolc, since Her traditional feast day … Read more

Not Wordless Today

Dance is the fastest, most direct route to the truth. ~ Gabrielle Roth Noted musician, author, recording artist, philosopher, shaman of transformation, and beloved dancer, Gabrielle Roth, has died. Founder of Raven Recordings and The Moving Center School, creator of the 5Rhythms™ movement system, and with 20 albums of percussive-centered dance music to her credit, she was also … Read more