We are standing on the edge of ecstasy, staring at grass the color of a granny smith apple. Emptying our ears of all other sounds and listening for the buzz of a hummingbird's wings. We step between the ragweed on the forest floor and say "hello" to the fledgling leaves waving from above us. These... Continue Reading →

We come into this world alone, even if we happen upon luck and are surrounded by love. And the majority of us are still greeted by blinding light, the abruptness of gravity, the uncomfortable temperature outside of the womb, and a stranger's voice. We are likely to leave the same way, in one manner or... Continue Reading →

Fear, I used to believe that anger was my constant companion. And while it is true she's been ever present in my life for almost as long as I can remember, it is you who fed her and bathed her in your poison tonic. I see you. the way my eyes shift and hyperfocus on... Continue Reading →

What I want is to be a summer drink served with a straw in a coconut husk. An intoxicating space for my own soul to reside. I want to reach for the sun like a vine of morning glory on a fence post, knowing it's warmth will set me free. I want to roam wildly... Continue Reading →

On Friday we sit with coffee. We stare into the fog and listen to birds through a slightly open window while holding space for the sun to burn through the remnants of last night's dreams. In between sips we have spiritual negotiations with the ram about our "flow" and equilibrium and how we cannot breathe... Continue Reading →

Upon ascending, our winter's dirge can be heard from miles away. So much ash and bone scattered in the just barely warmer winds gifted by the Maiden. We wash our feet in the still cold creek and shake the dirt from our hair; our hands still stained with the sweet blood of pomegranate and loss.... Continue Reading →

Spring, our hidden hope, wanders the wasteland. She touches the edges of frozen spaces, then disappears back into the dark forest. She too is still woozy with winter slumber, making her way up the final portion of the staircase inside herself. And we are following her ritual with fever dreams and bone broth. Our cloaks... Continue Reading →

A sorrowful rain befell my desire, and I dreamt of a hooded fox woman who haunted these mountains long before they were first laid bare. Long before the ax, the saw and the realization that the blackness buried deep within the creases of earth made fire for the greed of men. She stood at the... Continue Reading →

Oh, good vulture and other kindred vessels; masters of transformation and alchemists of loss. To all the ones who circle overhead, I give you my sorrow that this life has passed so quickly to here and now, my grief for what I did not know when I was young, and my anger at the loss... Continue Reading →

The quickening moon is upon us. The flutter of a heart from somewhere deeper than our sorrow, a lamb sleeps inside her mother's woolen belly, and Brigid guides the hands of the women who tend to the hearth fire. The winter winds howl their protests while underground the roots stir. "We are coming", they whisper.... Continue Reading →