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Dance is the fastest, most direct route to the truth. ~ Gabrielle Roth Noted musician, author, recording artist, philosopher, shaman of transformation, and beloved dancer, Gabrielle Roth, has died....
View ArticleSunday Inspiration – Swanlight
Swanlight ~ John O’Donohue © 2001 If it could say itself January Might brighten its syllables on the frost Of these first New Year days whose cold is blue. Meanwhile in this corner of its silence A...
View ArticleMy Poetry Gift for Brigid, In the Year I Turn 60
Once again, as I have for many years, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival. This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of healing, smithcraft, and...
View ArticleSunday Poetry
With thanks to my heart-sister Diane Driver, who shared this with me. Remember – poetry is the world’s oldest form of magickal spell, and is meant to be read aloud. A Sighting by Connie Wanek The...
View ArticleSunday Poetry For My Wildling Kin
The Stolen Child by William Butler Yeats Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our faery...
View ArticleSunday Poetry: An Invitation Before the New Moon
Kiss The Earth by Thich Nhat Hanh Walk and touch peace every moment. Walk and touch happiness every moment. Each step brings a fresh breeze. Each step makes a flower bloom. Kiss the Earth with your...
View ArticleA Lughnasadh Tradition
I love this poem for the days of Lughnasadh, and so I am encoring my previous posting of it. With the perfect timing of this balsamic Moon, I send you blessings of faith, and abundant, miraculous...
View ArticleThe Blessings that Return: Kuan Yin
As you may remember, for most of last year, I celebrated “Goddess Sundays” here on my site. One of the Divine Ones to whom I am devoted is the Goddess Kuan Yin. You may recall I wrote about Her here....
View ArticleIn Gratitude for Seamus Heaney
The prolific and beloved Irish poet, writer, and teacher, Seamus Heaney, has died. Heaney received the highest accolades for his work, including the Nobel Prize in Literature (1995), the Golden Wreath...
View ArticleSunday Poetry: In the Dark of the Moon and the Year
For Light by John O’Donohue (1956-2008) from To Bless the Space Between Us Light cannot see inside things. That is what the dark is for: Minding the interior, Nurturing the draw of growth Through...
View ArticleSaturday Poetry
A re-run from 2010, but so lovely for this grey morning, I wanted to encore it. Enjoy. Oh Sweet Irrational Worship by Thomas Merton Wind and a bobwhite And the afternoon sun. By ceasing to question the...
View ArticleJoining the 9th Annual Brigid Poetry Festival
Once again, as I have for all but the very first year or two, I am joining in the Poetry for Brigid Festival. This is an annual world-wide event in honor of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Goddess of...
View ArticleWishing You a Most Happy Imbolc
Let me find my way to the well, Let me find my way to the well. Let me quench my thirst With the waters of the earth. Let me find my way to the well. Let me find my way to the fire, Let me find my way...
View ArticlePoetry for an April Sunday
This is an encore post I shared a few years ago. I think it deserves another telling. Remember, poetry is meant to be read aloud (especially for those people who think they do not care for it much)....
View ArticleWishing You a Blessed Earth Day: Psalm 95
From Angela Magara’s masterpiece, Earth Psalms – a slim volume that belongs on every shelf. It is based on the biblical Psalms, but infused with poetry that beats with the heart of Earth-based...
View ArticleIn August’s Zenith, Let the Unknowable Touch Us
I love this poem for the days of Lughnasadh, and so even though the actual holiday has passed, I am encoring it again. Especially appropriate for these days of upheaval, uncertainty, and foreboding, I...
View ArticlePoetry for the Weekend
I will be offline this weekend as I immerse myself in the Elemental magic of the Crossroads with RJ Stewart and Anastacia Nutt. So I leave you with this. Remember: Poetry is the oldest form of human...
View ArticlePoetry for the Last Sunday of September
I have come to a still, but not a deep center, A point outside the glittering current; My eyes stare at the bottom of a river, At the irregular stones, iridescent sandgrains, My mind moves in more...
View ArticlePoetry For the Conclusion of Yom Kippur
Offered with great tenderness and love today, to all my dear Jewish (and Jew-Witch!) friends who have been observing the High Holy Days and particularly Yom Kippur. And for all, of every faith, who...
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