Tag Archives: Eastern White Cedar

Meditation & Wood- and Bone-Work

What does it mean to “take the time”? It’s something I’ve been struggling with immensely of late. I’ve written before of how I need to write to turn inwards, clear my head, and function at my best–so why is my hand-written journal and grimoire not filled daily with poetry written from tree-limbs under leaf-canopy shade […]

penelope at midnight

warm and sweet air penelope is the name this night gives me spiderwebs drape themselves over soft freckled skin as i crouch among the ivy it is not a challenge to shapeshift though it is a mystery to some to wear fox-fur and fly with crow’s tar-black tricksy wings it is not the moon i […]

Henbane and an Open House

In woodland vale and faerie glen, With hornèd brow, and manner keen, Great Cernunnos, beheld I then, With Nymphs and Dryads was he seen. His manner fey, his glance serene, ‘mongst revelers held in his sway, ‘midst shadows which remain unseen, With graceful steps he made his way. “In Woodland Vale and Faerie Glen” by […]