Cross-Quarter

Winnowing the Kernels of Truth

The time for harvest is upon us and our yield does not lie. The truth of our labors will out. Always. Spiritually speaking, what we planted at Imbolc will be ready for us to receive soon if our intentions grew and bore fruits of manifestation. A subtle urgency has crept into the edges of my leisurely summer pace. There is work to do even to get the most out of the playtime left during the longest days of the year. A chill in the late evening air dutifully reminds me the Summer is coming to a close and it's sweet easy living with it.  Read more... about Winnowing the Kernels of Truth

Beltane :: The Time is Now!

We were anointed with rose oil and asked if we were prepared to enter the circle. Once we answered we passed through the ribbons and into sacred space. There were branches laid out in a circle around the fire pit, one for each of us and we were instructed to stand behind the branch of our choosing. As soon as I took my place I was overcome with emotion. Surveying the scene: the pink sunset; the bend in the creek; and my beautiful circle sisters and brothers. I welled up with joyful tears. Read more... about Beltane :: The Time is Now!

A Poets Dinner

In celebration of Imbolc and the spirit of inspiration my husband and I like to host an annual Poets dinner. We set a lavish tablescape, plan a fanciful menu and tell our friends to show up with “Words and Wine.” Last year our little gang really stepped up their game and exposed stunning wild beauty when I asked them all to recite from their favorite works after dinner. It was raw, true, sexy, free, at times hilarious and dare I say, even rebellious. People can be so amazing when we let them. Read more... about A Poets Dinner

Imbolc ~ Surrender to Devotion

Every midwinter I eagerly await the cross-quarter Celtic holiday, Imbolc. So sweetly do I cherish it's treasured Goddess, Brighid for her promise of springtime and the miracle of her restorative power. She is the magic of white space after the swell of Yuletide has receded. Her presence is announced by the flutter of inspiration in our bellies as we set forth our intentions for the coming year. We sit at her feet while perusing seed catalogs, visioning the future gardens of our souls, as much as any other kind of gardens we can dream of at this time of year. Read more... about Imbolc ~ Surrender to Devotion