Tag Archives: mental health

murder on birthday 3 by muratsuyur

Birthdays

Mine has just passed on January 15, but as I began to weave my thoughts on what the day might look like, I quickly realized that I have no birthday traditions. Birthdays have always been the lowest day of the year for me–for one reason or another, I have cried every year on January 15, […]

Amanita Spirit Ally

Every plant is an individual. Wrong again. We are not individuals at all, we are all connected. We are individuals the way each blossom on an apple tree is an individual. Dale Pendell, Pharmakopoeia I could write for an eternity because last night Amanita showed me how to tap into eternity. I walked forward and […]

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 […]

Meditation & Enlightenment

I found meditation difficult this week. It felt easier to trance out through yoga and exercise and reading than to “just sit.” There were so many things I was hiding from myself, so many tensions in my soul that I did not want to face in the stillness of zazen. In a talk on shikantaza (Hakuun Ryōko Yasutani: “Shikantaza is […]

*ghos-ti- and Offending Your Allies

I am a Witch, a shapeshifter, a pious polytheist, animist, and necromancer, and a Dedicant Druid–but unfortunately this does not make me exempt from being an idiot. I have offended the Gods, broken promises when I was too young and ignorant to make them (fortunately these were not binding oaths and vows made in ritual, […]

Meditation and Piety

In the past two months, I’ve begun exploring yoga. Exercise has always been an incredible method of trance for me, and it has always been something that I have regularly devoted myself to (though when I was very little I tended to tell people, “I’m not athletic, but I like to read!”), whether it’s been ballet, […]

Spirit Moon Nightmares

I admit, he frightens me (almost as much as the insects–especially the enormous slugs and pincher-bugs–that prevented me from cleaning up my ritual mess in the garden last night, out of sheer and absolutely inexplicable terror). He has been laughing at me for a while now; his creepy crazed cackling has served as a challenge. […]