She carries her pain like flowers. There are few women whose grief can hold back the flood; fearsome to behold, all wait in bated breath for her to shed the first tear. None loved him more than she. She doesn’t cry at the funeral, nor… Read More
I can feel the Sun, our beautiful star, generating something tangible. There’s an energy, as thick as a pool to swim in, of leading up to something. And every year, I’m convinced that moment – that special anticipated thing – is the Lion’s Gate.
Atum, the self-created god of Before-Time, came into my life by reaching out to me in a dream. This is by no means uncommon; many pagans experience the divine or Spirit communication through dreams, and that often leads us to question and wonder at what… Read More