I stand on the precipice of change. I exist within that change, a silent sentry tasked with being a mirror for others.   Sometimes the most powerful tool is an ally reaffirming your existence as you move from then to now.   I don’t think I will ever be truly comfortable in my life. Its…

The Death I walk beside is neither big, nor noisy. It does not announce itself, it does not demand our fear, our mortality, it does not feed on pools of red nor graveyards filled with expensive concrete and marble nor the cries of carrion birds. The Death I walk beside casts a mortal shadow and…

There is no great love here. There is no wide dash of passion, no ripping open the heart, no mad pulse pounding, nor the bleeding of eternity through our pores, nor the fire and brimstone that have painted the pages of a thousand ages and more. There is no imagination swathed in sweat, no beating…

I try to pay attention when the Universe keeps putting some idea in front of me. I opened my email this morning to these messages: “Life is no more or less than what we make it. What will you make today? Things change because we call forth that change. What will you call forth? Focus…

Finding our Nourishment in the age of denial

A topic that that has been on my mind quite a bit lately is the idea of nourishment. Nourishment is essentially the ability to give ourselves or allow ourselves that which helps us to grow. We can find nourishment on any plane that bisects our lives. I think most of the time we don’t actively…

My apologies for the silence. I spent the last month and some odd days working 2 jobs, doing full time school, full time pagan stuffs and adapting to my older sister moving in. The Pagan Blog Project, and this blog specifically, got lost in the shuffle and I may or may not have gotten lost…