The Witch lives at the edge of the forest so she can get shit done.
The gifts of the Ancestors are waiting for you – call them back. Raise what is dead.
Spring is coming. You may not believe it, though you pray for it in your bones. You may not believe it, though you sing for it with your blood. Get ready. River Roberts, in her article The Courage of Spring, writes, … when I truly thought… Read More
An Open Letter to Jane Kenyon Jane, please- It is possible to pick a flower and not trip over the husk, to squat in pure rejoicing without looking forward to the demise of the coffee cup or the shards of your lover, broken on the… Read More