I keep thinking about the social activist A.J. Muste, who - during the Vietnam war - stood outside the White House every night with a candle. The story goes that he was asked if he really thought this could change the country. He replied, that wasn't why
This winter had me finally understand the Cailleach. I’ve read about her as the Old Crone goddess of winter in these isles, but I wasn’t ready for her strength and beauty. Because what if she's this:
A summer spent with Rae.
Gardening is a practical magic.
I’ve been building since the start of the year. Rebuilding, even. Rebuilding myself - my physical, emotional, and spiritual health; my connection to Earth; my vision of a future for my family, and now this space. With the help of others (more later), my sense of purpose is also
Getting ready for my new year to start
A theme emerges (before returning to the hibernation cave for some more dream magic).
There's no place like home.
Being part of a place, witnessing the turn.
August, I said. I’ll go back to Substack, full of new ideas and thoughts and beautifully presented “stuff”, in August. Yeah, about that… To be fair, I do have a lot of ideas and thoughts, I just felt - until yesterday - that they weren’t ready. If you
I really should live somewhere with more sun.
There’s a number that started showing up on my phone a few years ago - I blocked it. Recently, it tries more often - I’ve been letting it go to voicemail. I know who’s calling. The Crone.