
The Womb of Winter
This week between the Solstice and the New Year can be a powerful time for releasing and inviting transformation. Continue reading The Womb of Winter
This week between the Solstice and the New Year can be a powerful time for releasing and inviting transformation. Continue reading The Womb of Winter
Only when we quiet ourselves long enough are we able to hear the Voice of our faded memory. Continue reading Grandmother’s Call
This is the beginnings of a delicious turkey soup that my husband is crafting for Women’s Fire this evening. Continue reading A Year of Women’s Fires
When we awoke, it appeared to be snowing, but it turned out to be ash. A light coating was on everything by the end of the day Continue reading Fire in the Sky
Women are natural caregivers – often putting others’ before ourselves… Come and be restored again! Continue reading Women’s Fire – June 2017
…clouds above were heavy and low, yet our spirits were without doubt that the evening outdoors would unfold as it needed to… Continue reading Easter Women’s Fire
…it is imperative to not neglect this stage of spiritual, emotional and relational development… the emerging process can be painful, but can also elicit joy in the discovery of self and others… Continue reading Sacred Emergence of Calling
Last night I had the deep blessing of sitting with one of my soul-sisters around a prayer fire. Sharing of love and gratitude blended with concerns and grief over the shifting winds in our world. Today, my husband and I began watching “The Man in the High Castle” — an alternate-reality series depicting the history of America if the Nazis had won WWII. In the … Continue reading Resistance and Winter’s Gift
Listening to the eruption of fireworks and the popping corks of champagne and sparkling cider, we heard Wind gently whisper our name. During the dancing and dining of holiday gatherings, Spirit lightly tapped us on the shoulder. In the spaces between the hum of sewing machine, the bustling of shopping and baking, the crinkling of wrapping paper and the craziness of traffic, Breath stirred deep … Continue reading Women: Come, Sit by the Fire
In our front room, where prayer candles are lit, turtles of many sizes, shapes and hues dance along our mantle-top altar, carrying our prayers on their backs to the realm of Divine Love. On either side of the prayer mantle stand two glorious plant spirits, reminding us of our connection with the natural world. They are joined by yarn paintings and beaded gourds of thunder … Continue reading Gratitude for the Divine Feminine