A coyote howls while the dark moon hides behind the shadows of the earth. Singing the song of the lonesome nights and the January winds. Kneeling over bones and curled up underground, we wait. There is no respite here. We wait. We wait for Imbolc to bring us hope. We wait while the trees scream... Continue Reading →

When I was a wee human, one of my favorite holiday tales was of the myth that on the night that baby Jesus was born, animals could speak. I loved to sing "The Friendly Beasts" more than any other Christmas song and can vividly remember watching that animated special of The Night the Animals Talked... Continue Reading →

A long time ago when I had fur over my skin, I used to run ceaselessly through the forest and howl at the moon, willing it to do my bidding. I slept beside the same stream that I drank from, and my food was earned through hard work and strategy. I sought shade in the... Continue Reading →

On Sunday we walk in the fog, through the forested spaces between here and there. The way is quiet and the lateness of summer whispers in tones of goldenrod, saint john's wort and aster. We've come to the forest because the swallows have gone, leaving the barn oddly quiet with an emptiness that fills our... Continue Reading →

A long time ago, she packed her feelings into little boxes. And lost track of where the boxes were kept. She pulled her heart off her sleeve and hid it away, saving it for quiet moments where she could smile, or laugh, or cry by herself. She gave her soul a few coins and said... Continue Reading →

Soiled hands and gritty, short nails. Walking through sharp creek beds and brambles. Shutting out the noise from the highway and staring into the blinking sky. Listening to crickets and tree frogs sing their songs to the night. Gently touching warm things made of fur and feathers and wishing that their precious lives were truly... Continue Reading →

Singing into old graves and turning over the bones. Looking for the warm dens of foxes that winter left behind. Who can ignore a wildflower planning her ascent? Why would the soil hold her back as she breaks free from the underworld once more? Is it not time to climb towards the light and become... Continue Reading →

A shared soul, our spirits collide. Intertwined by a collective necessity to experience the earth beneath our feet, the sun on our backs, and to fly without wings.

I'm writing this to live, to be magical, full of words that I can make meaning with. Long ago, I used to know myself.  At least I think I did, even though I don't remember much of me.  My mind is so clever and throughout this existence she built quick and reliable walls.  She fortified... Continue Reading →