She gave me a gift, as I sat beside heron the cold stone, damp seeping into jeansand woodsmoke into everything,eyelashes wet with praise,with the gladnessof her warmth and the echoof her hammer andthe sweet upwelling of her watersin a parched heart, she said,"It does not have to be bright to be brilliant." She spoke with … Continue reading Visiting
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A Ritual to Brighid
This ritual is written to celebrate Imbolc, ancient festival of mid-winter and the first stirrings of spring. In some places, the Earth is still covered in snow, pantries are getting thin as foodstuffs cannot be supplemented by garden or wildcrafting. Where I live in Coastal Texas, we often see the mightiest of our winter storms … Continue reading A Ritual to Brighid
Rooted Flame and a Deep Wellspring 