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As the trees go bare
and the winds chill,
we hear ancestors
whisper in dreams
and in stones,
we hear a summons
rising on the steam
and trailing through our bones.
We set forth
seeking mystery,
craving understanding,
determined that we will listen,
we will change,
we will keep our promises.
We descend and we remember.
We find the cauldron full-bellied and black.
We gather by the fire.
We peer inside the depths.
We have been steeping
in the broth of our own liberation,
brewing dreams
and stirring in as much hope
as we can find.
Finally, we pause,
patient with all that is undone, unknown,
and unfinishable.
We recognize that we may never arrive
and yet,
we are here anyway.
Slowly,
we begin to consume
the stuff of our own renewal,
the sustenance we crave.
Quietly,
we savor the taste
of what we've made of our lives.
With gratitude,
we realize:
it is good.

Happy Samhain!

My newest book of poems: In the Temple of the Ordinary, vol. 2 is available now via Amazon and Barnes and Noble and also open for pre-order on Kindle.

October is here
with her cooling breezes
and breaths of pause,
her yellowing leaves
and orange moon,
her whispers and her wandering,
her migrating dreams
and her changing stories.
She invites us to stop and listen.
She invites us to open our hands
and our hearts
and to release our burdens,
our sorrows
and our shames.
She invites us to step
into a season of enchantment,
a time when magic
is close to the skin,
when ancestors speak and hearts listen.
She invites us to steep
in our own wondering.
She invites us to deepen and renew,
to remember and to soften.
She invites us
to settle into mystery,
into not knowing,
undone,
unfinished,
and home.

Happy October! Welcome to this month of Mystery and Enchantment. How are you walking with mystery this month? What is enchanting you?

I have a free #30DaysofGoddess practice update for October available for you here: #30DaysofGoddess.

<sub>Sometimes we settle inward,
tending to hearth and home,
the soft spaces
of our own being and belonging.
Sometimes we spread our wings
and leap into the broad unknown,
letting ourselves soar
as we fly into the possible,
wind in our feathers
and fire in our eyes.
Sometimes we integrate the two
and flourish in our own centered wholeness,
one hand against
the heartbeat of home,
one fist lifted high
to feel which way the wind
is blowing today.

I'm getting ready to take a social media break for travel and I'm also doing my Cauldron Month early this year, so this will be my last news post until August. :) If you've never heard of the Cauldron Month concept before, a free resource kit is available for you here.

Happy Summer!</sub>

Listen.
I am the heart of summer,
the dance of sunlight
across open water,
the height of passion,
the flourishing of the earth,
the flowering,
and ripening,
and returning to seed.
My heart overflows with gratitude.
I know the magic
of bright flower,
golden kernel,
plump berry,
rich ground.
The symphony of savoring
and what it feels like to
dance sunlight into wine.

A Spell for Beltane:

Gather up some soft petals
and hold them to your lips.
Let them whisper to you of pleasure.
Do not let it fade away.
May you connect to those things
that bring you pleasure,
those things that bring you joy,
let them speak to you of
the wellspring of joy that rests within.
Let them sing to you of wonder and delight,
of your own magic,
of things once lost
that can be found.
Breathe deep
and make a vow of commitment to your life
as it breathes now,
to your body
as it stands now.
Make a promise,
deep and silent,
secret and strong
to your own magic nestled within.
Take one petal for pleasure,
one petal for joy,
one petal for delight,
one petal for magic.
Press them against your skin,
let them soak in.
One by one,
the spell is done. 

Ode to April:

you arrive with thunder and wind 

May we nourish seeds
of possibility and joy.
May we tend to seeds of connection
and seeds of ideas.
May we nurture seeds of genius
and sparks of change.
May we gather up
what we’ve created
and hold it lovingly
and then open our hands
and let go.
May we plant what we can,
savor what we can,
harvest what we need to thrive,
and love where we are now,
hearts alive
and hopes extended.
May we be as full of promise
as a nestled seed,
lying in darkness
at the fiercest edge
of cracking open,
ready to see what grows.