Gathering Roses in Galactic Maelstroms

Whether it is astronomical convergences, or historical cycles, or just coincidence, these past few months have seemed to be time of galactic change in the lives of many people I know.  Whatever the cause, upheaval, forced truth-facing, losing one life and embarking on a new one, emotional anarchy, creative excitement and inspiration, initiations and rebirths… Continue reading Gathering Roses in Galactic Maelstroms

Preparing for Imbolc: The Kitchen Mysteries Celebration

Winter seems to be the time for celebrations.  All over the world, people focus on festivities around both the Winter Solstice and then the Spring Equinox.  These are the celebrations of the Great Mysteries — the coming of the Light, the birth of Diety,  magnificent miracles, overcoming death – that happen in the realms beyond… Continue reading Preparing for Imbolc: The Kitchen Mysteries Celebration

Every Woman Is a Storyteller

The myth of Demeter and Persephone, as it is generally retold, goes something like this: Persephone, the maiden daughter of the Earth Goddess Demeter, was joyfully picking flowers with her friends when Hades kidnapped her and took her to his Underworld realm.  Demeter wandered the earth in despair seeking her daughter, rendering the land barren… Continue reading Every Woman Is a Storyteller

The Joy of Wandering

When I am lost, I wander.  When I feel as if I am at a crossroads and don’t know which way to go, or if I find that the road I have been on has ended with no directions as to  where to go next, or when I am empty of creative ideas or simply… Continue reading The Joy of Wandering

This Old House, Part One

The house that I live in is more than 150 years old; it was built in about 1850 as housing for workers in the textile mill down the street.  Everyday, when I put my clothes into bins under the bed because there are no closets or stuff the groceries into the cupboards that were built… Continue reading This Old House, Part One

Eating Your Way to the Sacred Feminine

My lifelong relationship with food could be called dysfunctional at best; we just never seem to understand and support one another; we bicker a lot.  I am probably the most typical of typical 21st century American eaters, yet I have the same body image whether I weigh 125 or 150 pounds, and it isn’t good;… Continue reading Eating Your Way to the Sacred Feminine