Spokes on the Wheel

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!

The Magic of Fertility at Ostara

Observing Ostara couldn’t come more naturally than by living a natural lifestyle, itself. If you plant a garden, you are honoring the vernal equinox. If you dye eggs for mythical Hares to hide away then you are honoring the Germanic Goddess, Ēostre or Ostara. Magic is simply focused intention. Say a prayer over your seeds as you plant them, not only for their successful growth, but for the successful growth, health, fruitfulness, etc. of any endeavor you wish to bless. Poof! That’s magic. Read more... about The Magic of Fertility at Ostara

The Wheel Turns :: Ostara

Ushered in on easterly winds, Ostara heralds the spring equinox. Mother earth stirs to life and we awaken, too. This is the astrological new year and wise ones know to plant the seed intentions they've been saving since Imbolc until now. By harnessing the firey energy of Sun in Aries we set the spark of life to that which we wish to plant in our lives, both literally and figuratively. This is the place of the dawn, where all things are possible. We honor innocence and beginnings and are rewarded with fertility and abundance. Witness the power of creation. Read more... about The Wheel Turns :: Ostara

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

At Yule the Gifts are in the Giving!

The magic we talk about craving at this time of year is not as elusive as it can seem, but we cannot sit passively by and expect to feel it. It must be invoked with wishes, dreams and traditions. It comes to us through the selfless acts of remembering others with thoughtful consideration. It IS better to give than to receive. How have we come to call this the season of light when the night is as long as ever? Because it is the love light of our hearts that illuminates the darkest days.  Read more... about At Yule the Gifts are in the Giving!

Talking to the Dead

Compared to most people my age I’ve got a lot of dead relatives. When one stops to consider all of the ancestors who have come before them, everyone does. It’s just that mine are more immediate to my generation. By the age of 36 I’d already buried both of my parents... Read more... about Talking to the Dead