“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.” ~ Lewis Carroll {Winter Solstice, Northern...
She longs for winter’s frost— The cold, crisp days that promise rest. She longs for silence on a snowy day, A blizzard that keeps visitors at bay. She aches to find a corner by a well-kept fire— To snuggle into with a mason jar of wine. To take her masks...
I sit here listening to the hooting of an owl, communicating it’s welcome to the rising full moon. December 12, 2016. The last great portal of the year. A super moon on the cusp of Mercury’s Retrograde – we are delving into the mystic tonight! All...
Having been raised in a very strict Seventh – day Adventist home, when I began my Pagan Path, I had a lot of reprogramming to do. Most of the shedding and letting go of old agreements felt very natural and organic as I grew in my studies. However, the one aspect...
