Bones of the Mother

The horizon promised forever, with the land in between rich with life and beauty. The Divine Mother was present everywhere in those fertile fields, hills, and mountains. The endurance of the land and the creatures and spirits who dwell there filled me with awe.

Witches and Emerald Walls

I am one of many good Witches. At any given time, any one of us might feel like we are short on heart, brain, or courage, but I assure you, as I do my companions, that that is not the case. It is okay to rest. It is okay to cry. It is okay to rage.

Notes from Swannanoa finale: Housing first. Housing now.

After experiencing the challenges of the five months following Helene, I eagerly moved through the kaleidoscopic seasons, observing the early signs of change. I danced in the garden when I found purple dead nettle blooming, and I crowed with delight when the daffodils returned from the underworld.

Notes From Swannanoa – Part V

As I write this, it has been 122 days since Helene. In another week or so, I anticipate the appearance of purple dead nettle all around the land surrounding Bear Path Cottage, a bit of bright color among the browns and greens of winter.