Other Writings

Magic

Like droplets of sweat they emerge   yes   the more one exercises the spirit how much more readily truths spill   Find your means your tools your mettle   Let that incredulity flow over you like waves back into the earth to be transformed by her need   for magic

Chakra 3 – Light Language

**For some reason, I have really struggled with writing through the third chakra – my weakest, perhaps. That said, this is what came through in a dream after meditating a few days ago, and as I sit with it and move into the second chakra, I’m trusting that clarity and a course of action will… Continue reading

A Box’s Tale

She stood strong and brave as the axe fell, blow after blow, slowly severing her from her familiar roots. In the moments before release, she bade farewell to the fellow plants in her fertile corner of the earth, blessed them, and thanked them for their company and care. She let go of the fear of… Continue reading

Chakra 5 – Blue Lace Agate

“That,” she paused for a moment, “was Blue Lace Agate.” I took comfort in the way that she articulated the consonants, her decisive tone as she nodded, subtly, offering an air of authority that this made perfect sense. I peered at the small, polished stone that she’d recovered from the grid beneath the table, a… Continue reading

Chakra 6 – Vision

I was leaving the house. It came as a sort of wall, not allowing me to pass over the threshold until I really looked – saw what needed seeing. Raw trunks surrounded me, like the ones that hold up my roof, bolster my walls. A circle. “Do this,” they commanded. I knew, with every cell,… Continue reading

Chakra 7 – Every Year a Deepening

Every year a deepening. That’s what I’m feeling. It’s as though the earth, herself, weaves her way in, more and more, bent on thoroughness – on addressing every unacknowledged space. A cusp. A precarious one. Both personally and on a macro level. Feelings merged, despite the polarity of what, I suspect, are the likely outcomes…. Continue reading

Flow

Her wild currents arrived with full force I watched them flow over hills trees bending in supplication splitting at corners amplifying her voice rushing over angles roaring in freedom no intention of stopping AIR Bringing in her edge despite knowing how to be still She heeds the call to move but not without making an… Continue reading

Night Walk

I wrapped myself in night sounds an almost balmy breeze infusing my being with the scent of shifting seasons rich and rotten a knowing in my bones that soon the silence would only be broken by wind and footsteps and breath

Wild and Precious

There are places along the dirt road where the water moves just so insisting on erosion rushing over ledges of dead leaves wedged in silt of larger rocks coaxing forth what sounds like human voices barely submerged and I wonder what is so important that the rocks would trick the water into speech or perhaps… Continue reading

Beltane 2017

A misty evening. A special sort of quiet, that hangs a gentle canvas for the cheerful dialogue of birds and the faint, steady swish of droplets that were too heavy to linger in the ether. Waiting for thunderstorms. Carrying on.