True, I am a hermit at the best of times. This winter saw me (or didn’t see me) leave the house once, maybe twice a week. IF I had to. I don’t know if it was the many moons of March that brought such solitude, but am fairly certain that it was what my soul...
There would be no magic in my kitchen or on my altar without the mortar and pestle. I’m wildly attracted to the symbolism, the mortar being the cup (womb) and the pestle being the grinder (male counterpart). The pestle stirs up emotions, juices, intentions and...
I’ve been challenged lately. Details aside, I’ve had time to reflect on the prejudice that still exists toward the human condition. The two areas that pertain specifically to me deal with sexuality and chosen spiritual path. We have come so far and yet, we...
They say that reading is a child’s way to escape and that writing is an adults. ‘They’ must have been a fly on the wall and have seen me buried in novels as a young girl. As soon as I knew how to speak and read English, I was raping the library...
” We have not only to cooperate with the nature kingdoms, but we have to allow them to become one with us. Through this marriage, we are more truly human” David ‘The Findhorn Garden’
