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    Reclaiming The Feminine

    By Andrea Lewis (Part 1 of a 3-part series) A few years ago, I opened my Akashic Records and met with my soul from a successful past-life. It was months after I launched my sacred business and because I wasn’t seeing the results I anticipated, I was ready to give up! From my mind’s eye, I saw the image of a woman come forth in the Akashic meeting room. She wore a medieval dress and orange-red colored cloak with gold embroidery around the collar and sleeves, her hair dark and flowing past her shoulders. She resembled a Priestess from the King Arthur era. “What happened during your lifetime that caused…

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    Healed in Ebb, Healed in Flow

    Healed in Ebb, Healed in Flow by Christy Croft backdated to Gwyl Awst of 2011 I grew up in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Thirty years ago, it was less Myrtle “we have a Hard Rock Café and Planet Hollywood” Beach, but more a small touristy town loved by country southerners looking for a lower-cost vacation destination and runaway Canadians seeking a break from the late winter chills. Although I grew up at the beach, I didn’t spend as much time by the ocean as you’d expect. In high school, I might have occasionally headed down to hang out with some friends, but for the most part, my oceanfront visits were…

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    Taking Form

    By Robin Corak  I am like water. I touch and am touched by or feel in some way, shape, or form, everything and everyone I come into contact with. I run deep and I can be unpredictable. Sometimes I am still and silent, with an energy that nurtures and accepts. I move slowly in that I take the time to go within and to explore feelings, situations, and/or perspectives in depth. Other times, I move rapidly, a wave filled with energy that feels as if it will move or shake up everything in my path. This can be enacted in a positive way, through my unbridled enthusiasm for something or…

  • Artistic Expressions,  Meditations

    Change–Poetry Meditation

    by: Rhosyn Gwyn   Standing on the precipice of possibility Like a nestling Flexing neophyte wings For the first time Nameless obscurity Clouds the landscape where all will be known and understood Benumbing fear Intoxicating joy Mingling As I spread my wings And jump into the future Bio.: My name is Rhosyn Gwyn, and I am a mother, a daughter, a sister, a story teller, a music maker, a student, a teacher…the list goes on. I am also a new Sister in the Sisterhood of Avalon, having started my orientation in May of 2014. I have always had a love for all things Celtic, primarily Irish Celtic, so when the…

  • Meditations,  Seasonal Editorials

    Conversation with Cerridwen

    by Margo Wolfe   Cool autumn eve.  The air chills your face.  You bring the corner of your cloak up to your eyes and shield yourself until the wind passes.  When you remove your arm, she is there.   Cerridwen, Crone, Shapeshifter— a vision of our future self. She frightens you even when she smiles, but her withered hand takes yours with such a powerful grip that you can only follow where she leads.   She sits you down on a hollowed log—gnarled with knots and holes.  Not exactly a comfortable chair.   She stands before you, stirring the contents of a cauldron, deliberately, slowly, like all her movements.  …