There is a stillness growing within me. It is a gift that I am happy to embrace. The last few weeks have been quite difficult for a lot of us. Whether it is written in the stars and planets or the bristling energies of our wonderfully human lives, it hasn’t been easy. I am constantly reminding myself that this is the process of discovery – of myself, my relationships, and my magick. I chose to walk this path of self-exploration and sometimes I just need to stop my routine and take a break. The breaks aren’t just are for self-care. They are a chance for me to stop and listen to what my heart, body, and soul have to say.
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Life Always Finds A Way
The darkness covers like a blanket as the small stirrings of light begin to make their way towards the horizon. Lulled by the falling rain, we walk the borderlands between night and day, drifting in and out of sleep. Something calls out of the mist and shadow. A voice faintly familiar whispers on the edge of a dream. “In a maze where we cannot always see where we are going, nothing is guaranteed. Life however, will always find a way even if it is not what you expect. How then, will you find yours?”
Read MoreA Need For Rest
There is a lot of noise in the world today. From the pressure to be part of the latest trend to the constant roar of buzz words on social media to the vilification of communities, books, and desire for equality and change, it seems like we are swimming against the tide. Some days it can feel like we are being swallowed by a churning mass of opposition that will not think twice about knocking us down. Other days we are bombarded with déjà vu because we have experienced the same struggles. This allows us to maneuver through the obstacles with grace.
Read MoreThe Growing Sun and the Energy of Rebirth
As we continue to slough off our confining shells, what are you experiencing? What do you need? What are you ready to let go of? Sometimes we are so excited to break free from the bitter cold and seclusion of winter, we can lose track of what we wish to see in the world. With the anticipation to shed our winter layers, we forget that we are still tender and sensitive beneath them. It is important to offer ourselves gentleness and care as we rebirth ourselves into this big, wild world.
Read MoreLearning to Trust Ourselves
Learning to trust yourself is about learning who you are. Each experience helps us expand our boundary line when it is time to grow. When we cross the line of our comfort zone, we are treading into the unknown and uncomfortable. That is how we transform our routine into new life and dreams. By working with our fears and using them as fuel, we can finally break free from what holds us back.
Read MoreThrough Cracks In the Ice
There is something about the early spring snowstorms that I love. Yes, there is snow. It is cold. Ferocious winds blow. The trees bend and branches whip around. The accumulation gathers, layering upon the tiny snowdrops and crocus flowers while the tulips and daffodils question if it is time to breach the surface. Yet, as the last flakes of the storm fall silently, there is something else that moves through the storm. It empowers the birds to continue to sing. It moves the cold, grey sky to give way to a warm pink and hopeful blue. The energy is different with a spring snow. Although the winter wails and shakes with its last breaths and clutching claws, grasping tightly to its waning power, there is a cracking that takes place. Through it, something emerges. It roars and demands our attention. It is the energy that helps to crack winter’s ice. It is the gurgling of the waters breaking free from beneath it. Tiny bubbles of air dance behind the glossy glass-like surface. Moving, they seek each other out. One by one they gather, growing in size. Gently, they are reminding us to take that deep breath to allow ourselves the energy to break free and feel the possibilities of what can be when we allow the cycles and rhythms to move as they must.
Read MoreThe Shifting Tides and Growing Light
Standing with one foot in the threshold, we are preparing to fully step into balance. For tomorrow, at 5:24 PM, we will once again welcome the Spring with Ostara, the Vernal Equinox. Standing in balance with equal day and night, we allow the waning Tide of Death to give way to the rising Tide of Life. Through the exchange of these powerful energies, we are reminded that we can also open ourselves up to Life as it ushers in the energies of hope, promise, and rebirth
Read MoreThe Living Lands
There are places we explore in this world that can stand out in our mind. A beach, forest or mountain can easily take our breath away as we soak in its beauty. We understand the power Nature holds and its ability to wipe away stress and tension, bringing ourselves back into balance. If we feel upset or lost, we can gently close our eyes and allow ourselves to slowly drift back into this peaceful place to refocus and find our footing once again. These spaces paint a picture in our minds and hearts where we can pause and open the doorway to the sacred. It is an act of looking outward to reconstruct our balance and beauty within.
Read MoreLessons Along the Path
When you see a beautiful, sweet smelling flower, do you pick it and bring it home or do you take in its beauty with all of your senses, imprinting it upon your heart? If you were a beautiful, sweet smelling flower, would you want to be picked or allowed to continue to grow and thrive where you are and upon the heart of another that was moved by you?
Read MoreMoments In Time
It was an early mid-September morning, and we were already out. The light was shining, but the sun still hid behind the Catskill mountains. While the car climbed up the winding roads, the temperature kept falling. I should not have been surprised by that, but I was. Sometimes the anticipation gets the best of me, and this was one of those times. Maybe I should have expected that too. I wanted to come to this area for quite a while and now it was happening. The land held such a presence in its wild beauty. It was an old presence that would watch and wait. At times I felt like a mouse running from rock to leaf pile trying not to ruffle the feathers of the hungry hawk in the trees. Other times, I felt I was being embraced by a long-lost friend inviting me to sit for tea. At night, I would dream dreams of sorrow and joy, ghosts familiar and unknown, and of conversations that held deep meaning yet faded quickly upon waking. It was such an interesting place. We were wandering through the lands of Rip Van Winkle after all. It was a land that was certainly held in a time without time.
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The Whispering Crow 