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Liminality

This is our holy place As it was for those who came before A threshold between both Sky and Land Liminal A threshold between Land and Sea And between Life and Death This is our sacred place              …

Amulets, Talismans, and Charms, Oh My!

To save her from the serpent’s little eye    I set a stone of blue Chalcedony      Within a cunning loop–so it shall be       Aware and mindful when her lashes lie       Untaught of danger nigh. To keep…

Juniper Shortbread Crescent Moons

I have succeeded in getting this post finished just in time for the waning crescent moon.  I should preface this recipe with the fact that I am not a roll out cookie girl.  I am more of a drop from a spoon girl, so…

Spirits of the Land

This land is my home where the naked mountains caress the sky and the veins of hills run to the sea. This land is my home where I’ll live alone until my hair grows white and my bones grow old then I’ll hang my…

The Cimaruta Charm

Keep the downy dittany and storms will bring you calm, Fill a vervain pillow for a thought-grieved head; Cherish balm whene’er you can, there’s none too much of balm, And never stop for rosemary, ’twill follow where you tread. Taste the scarlet love-apple, if…

The Magic of Tidying Up

Sweep, sweep, sweep the ground. All negativity shall be bound. I banish all that is profane. Only positive shall remain.   My mother, the queen of clean, could compete with Martha Stewart herself in keeping a tidy home.  I think she would agree that…

The Golden Shadow

Your playing small Does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightening about shrinking So that other people won’t feel insecure around you.                                          …

Urban Witchery

The trees along this city street, Save for traffic and the trains, Would make a sound as thin and sweet, As trees in country lanes. City Trees by Edna St. Vincent Millay   I am happiest when I am far from the city with…

Giving Up Hope

Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. How did it come…

Mother Nature is Not Vegetarian

But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost.                                            Emily…

Paper Magic

  What gentle art to confine By plane of paper, folded line What magic here to capture me In infinite variety…                                 To Origami by John Smith To write something…

The Magic of Star Wars

For my ally is The Force, and a powerful ally it is. Life creates it, makes it grow.  Its energy surrounds us and binds us.   Luminous beings are we, not this crude matter.                    …