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What is Remembered, Lives: Practices of Devotion

Oct 20th, 2018 | By

de·vo·tion /dəˈvōSH(ə)n 1. love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. 2. religious worship or observance. If what is remembered, lives, then remember I must. At this Samhain time, I take inventory of how I have cared for my dead — how I have faltered and how I have been present. As there

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Weekly Preparations: Setting the Space for the Sacred

Sep 16th, 2018 | By

Preparing for my week used to include checking my calendar and writing up a new To Do list. And, to be fair, I still do both of those tasks. But what’s newer to my weekly preparation is recreating space for the sacred relationships in my life. Tending my altars While I don’t always go around

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Call Myself Back to Myself: Wholeness & Holiness

Jul 27th, 2018 | By

In this time of retrograding planets and full moon energy and a total lunar eclipse, I’ve been feeling pulled and called forward and toward. Something. Like a moth to a flame, I find myself stepping toward the crack in the earth and the shaking of the soil. Almost running to the place where all is

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Magick is as Magick Does

Jul 10th, 2018 | By

A Witch is a curious being, a wide-eyed wanderer who looks beyond what is before, and extends an arm out to mystery. They are daring and discerning, becoming the spell they seek before deciding on an herb or a color or a sound. They are the one who calls out with a voice that can

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The Magick of Integration

Jun 26th, 2018 | By

I used to be the witch who collected experiences. I collected this class and that chant and that ritual working and those whispers from the godds. I bundled them all up and made a pretty place for them in my heart and on my altar. But it was never enough. I would gather and collect

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Feeding my dolly: becoming the brave one

Apr 26th, 2018 | By

A few weekends ago, I was in the presence of priestesses. In a monthly gathering where we remember ourselves as powerful witches and magick makers. And we told / remembered / entered the story of Baba Yaga and Vasalisa the Brave. Here is one version of one part of the story: In a certain Tsardom, across

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Of mists and magick

Mar 14th, 2018 | By

The deep work calls into the daytime and the nighttime. Like a parting of mists, the journey from right now welcomes and envelops the seeker. What came before is hidden, what comes after is mystery. I remember the first time I entered into the unknown. I drove down roads I’d never seen (or noticed) before.

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A spell of remembering and roses

Feb 13th, 2018 | By

I stood at the edge of water and scraped away land I stood at the edge of what was and what is now the waves of grief are palpable the memories too many to capture too many to hold so I go to the water that knows how to hold to rock and to cradle

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Brigid: Another Pledge

Jan 29th, 2018 | By

Every year, I celebrate Brigid instead of Imbolc. In Reclaiming, that’s what we do. It’s what we’ve done. And it’s what will continue on, I’m sure. And every year, I will step into a trance or guided meditation, reflect about what I’ve accomplished over the previous year and then start to form another pledge for

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Remembering my altars

Jan 9th, 2018 | By

by Irisanya Moon I know that daily practice is a practice, a way to settle in and come back to center. I know that daily practice and sitting at my altars connects me with the divine, the deities I work with regularly, and with myself. I know this. But when my life fell apart, I

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