This year, I have come staggering and stumbling into October. Usually, I am bursting with joy, swirling into this rich, magical time that I adore. But there’s been the shocking, sudden death of a beloved friend, eight years younger than me… several work disappointments that I was not expecting… Hard and harder world newsContinue reading Read more

Every Day Is Sacred. Happy 75th Birthday, John. All we are saying, is give peace a chance. And we’re not the only ones.  Thank you, John, and blessed be.

Hail! Journeyer of the Heavens, Queen of Brightness, King of Beauty! Gifts of gladness richly bringing, Autumn sheaves and red leaves’ fall. Generous be the heart within us, Open be our hands to all, Justice to be in equal measure, Harvest thankfulness our call. ~ Greeting to the Autumn Equinox by Caitlín Matthews, A CelticContinue reading Read more

Not what we have, but what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance. Epicurus (341-271 BCE) Every Day is Sacred: August 25 Today is the celebration of the Opiconsivia, honoring the Roman Goddess of abundance, Ops (also known as Opis). Already considered an ancient deity by the Romans, She is the consort of the God, Saturn andContinue reading Read more

First, an announcement – Every Day is Sacred When I first started blogging, oh, about twelve years ago, I committed myself to faithfully posting daily. Crazy, I know, and only sustainable for about nine years. I was inspired by priestesses of Time like Waverly FitzGerald, and frequently posted tidbits about holidays and sacred history. BecauseContinue reading Read more

 Ripple Lyrics: Robert Hunter Music: Jerry Garcia If my words did glow with the gold of sunshine And my tunes were played on the harp unstrung Would you hear my voice come through the music? Would you hold it near, as it were your own? It’s a hand-me-down, the thoughts are broken Perhaps they’re betterContinue reading Read more

I adore this poem for the days of Lughnasadh, and so I am encoring my posting of it from years past. With it, I send you blessings of faith, and abundant, miraculous harvests; and most of all, the grace to know them. Love and thanksgiving. Little Summer Poem Touching the Subject of Faith by MaryContinue reading Read more

To everyone who sent me emails of encouragement, solidarity, love, suggestions, and support since my June 25 lockout. Thank you. To Shari, who created and circulated the Change.org petition on my behalf, and who helped find a “back-door” in so I could at least have access to my business page. Not enough thanks in theContinue reading Read more

When I was one I’d just begun, When I was two I was nearly new, When I was three I was hardly me, When I was four I was not much more, When I was five I was barely alive, But now I am six! As clever as clever! And I think I’ll stay sixContinue reading Read more