• Tree at river embankment
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    Rhiannon’s Throne

    By Charlotte Hussey It stands primly at the pond’s edge, fashioned from the salvaged boards of a damaged canoe. Its back rises up so high that any pair of sagging shoulders, any spine, if leaned against it, might straighten like those of some proud queen; stripped of all adornment, its seat waits empty, bluish with shadow.    Its wavy grains, opened by the seas, suggest stretch marks, or muscles pulled thin and apart in agony. Rocks, sands have scraped gashes, as did the bony claws that reached through the blackthorn hedge to steal the just born Pryderi from Rhiannon, asleep and bloodied on this her perilous throne.   Elegant reeds bend…

  • "Do what you feel in your heart to be right- for you'll be criticized anyway." by katrinanicole; is licensed under CC BY 2.0
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    Returning Home

    By Andrea Lewis (Part 3 of a 3-part series; see Part 1 and Part 2) The inner peace that followed me for the remainder of my time in England, soon dissolved when I returned to Canada. I temporarily lived out of a suitcase between my mother’s and boyfriend’s home and I felt out of place, both literally and figuratively. So, when Goddess Kali and the energy of the Aquarius, partial solar eclipse in February, swept through my life, eighteen months after my spiritual pilgrimage and ended the relationship, plus the work I had been doing with a business coach. I could no longer deny that I had been hiding in…