Rituals

Singing the Pagan Moon: All Hallow’s Eve

Continuing with the season of reflection and looking back to older posts these past weeks, and in honor of the pagan sabbat of Samhain (Halloween), something from my England archives (2010): All Hallows Eve. It feels as if the entire day has been lifted from a spooky, storybook tale with ghostly trees draped in mist

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The Blessing Bowl

Elsewhere in the northern hemisphere summer is arriving, yet beyond these walls I encounter only a realm of cool, swirling mist as I open the front door in the early morning. It has not rained in over a month, yet the wooden boards of the deck glisten darkly like smoky glass and the marine air is

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Aromatherapy and Ritual: Bliss for the Creative Spirit

I wake to soft morning light, a pale glow on the worn linen curtains in my bedroom illuminating that dawn has just arrived. As I push back the fluffy duvet and emerge from a warm cocoon of bed, the rest of the household still sleeps. Even the dogs. I make my way to the bathroom and

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Restitching the Threads of Soul: Coming Home

I’ve been traveling too much lately, feeling unsettled. As we in the northern hemisphere draw near to the vernal equinox, when day and night are in equal measure and we commonly acknowledge that spring begins, it feels that my year has thus far been largely about movement and change. I have recently joked to a

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Returning Home: Travel and the Gifts of the Return

It is good to be home. This is the thought of the man as he sweeps the carpet of cypress needles that have fallen on the deck and front walkway, the cornstalk broom in his hands rasping in a familiar voice as it brushes the ground rhythmically, leaving an ever widening clean wake where it

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