At the end of a summer punctuated by fierce eclipses, powerful conjunctions between the planets and the nodes of fate, we are now in the..
I won’t be begging you, but I wish you’d join me on my first graveyard walk of the season. We’ll leave at dusk on the..
Warm, slow, satisfied. These are the words that float to mind as the month of August begins to reveal herself. Marked by the early harvest..
The first harvest was looming, and my dreams became bitter tea steeped too long in golden light, juniper berries, mountain winds, and resurrected childhood memories..
We can identify this moment as one of chaotic suspension. This week we’re pulled briskly between the New Moon eclipse in Cancer and the Full..