More on Moving: Reclaiming Denial

I am moving, from one house to another. Something I did very frequently as a child and young adult, then about every five years in my 30’s and 40’s. Every time I say I’m never doing this again. Making that promise to myself, a promise I know I will not keep, has become a ritual. […]

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House for Rent in the Bardo: River View

I’m moving, again. And so I’m thinking about bardo states. Bardo is a Tibetan word that literally translates as the interval between two things. It is traditionally associated with the space between death and rebirth. While most people agree that moving (what my Brit friends call “moving house” or, sometimes, “moving home”) is stressful, I’m not trying […]

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The Promise Asked: Remember Me?

  The witch has been created by the land to act for it. – Peter Grey/Rewilding Witchcraft       Ten years ago, on sacred land, in space made sacred by intention and community, I made a promise. To myself. To those assembled. To the gods. To My Lady. Promises like that don’t get made, […]

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A Samhain Stroll

“The veil is thin,” I tell Her and She laughs and laughs. “A veil is always thin,” She tells me. “Words matter. A veil is thin by design. Notice you don’t say curtain.” “And even veil – that word – is a kindness,” She goes on. “Kinder than, more substantial than breath. Which is the true […]

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Well Met at the Crossroads

  I’m lost again. OK, maybe not lost. I know where I am. I’m here. What I don’t know is where I am going. (It’s interesting that that’s what lost means to me: ignorance about something that hasn’t happened yet. How could I know the end at the beginning? But I really, really want to […]

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This Priestess Thing

I am a Priestess. In the tradition I was trained in, that word says nothing about my gender, apparent or identified. It doesn’t assure you of my history, my education, my status or my authority. It doesn’t necessarily imply religion, and while it strongly implies spirituality, it doesn’t actually promise that, either. Priestess, in my […]

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Fear and Fearlessness

Since November 8, I notice that I am living with a great deal of fear. There is some anger, and some sadness, but mostly what I recognize when I wake up in the morning, as I go through my day, when I greedily chase unconsciousness at night, is my old friend Fear, dressed in its […]

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The Phone Booth

Here’s a Samhain-tide story for you. Some bits are quite true, and might suggest an addition to your ancestor altar, or an idea for a connection practice when (and where) the veil is thin…     THE PHONE BOOTH   “There’s my smart girl,” she said, “I’ve been waiting for you.” I wanted to say […]

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