wheel year

Oat Straw Harvest Prayer

Oat straw ancient one— Milk of our Mother Gaia. Thank you for soothing and supporting us. Thank you for giving …

Cinderella in Spring, 1967

Walking through the field on your way home from school. The path leads through naked brush along the farthest edge …

Hylde-mođer (Elder Mother)

Holding My tender silver reaching roots in winter cradle death. Moulding, mourning, moving back. Icy winds whirl around my naked …

Solstice Rising

In the deep peace and stillness of a winter’s morning, The sun rises and we are born again.

Crone Mother at Calan Gaeaf

Now Winter is calling her. The Western Gates are open, And once again she stands in liminal space. Not spinning, …

Ostara playlist

A poem crafted from the titles of the songs on my Ostara playlist.   It’s mostly about the language of …

Eclipsing

The milkweed pod splits in my hands. And silky white seed tails scatter through my fingers and across the meadow. …

Crone Mother at Calan Mai

Now Summer is calling her. And she is leaning into that liminal space. Not spinning, not weaving, not wondering. Standing …

Mabon dialectic

As we turn from the light to acknowledge the dark We can snuff out the flame and then reset the …

Zombie Walk in October

Shuffling along a broken path, Arms swaying limply, Matted hair hanging around her face. She trudges from emptiness to emptiness. …

Ambient at Beltaine

I am ambient. And I blend As I move forward into the past and back towards the future. My life …