Tag Archives: Sigils

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 […]