Kathleen Lowe In the hush of late autumn, when the mist hangs low and the forest floor softens with fallen leaves, the Lady of the Wood awakens. She does not come with the bright call of spring, nor the song of summer thrush, she comes quietly, cloaked in grey and green, with moss at her…
By Carole Weave-Lane Upon a moonbeam the Goddess Rhiannon Stood upon the wings of birdsong Enchanting the rocks in the mountain to part Liberating the wild herd Silver flanks and manes flyin’ Hooves that pounded with ghostly precision Silver on the wind Wild their eyes, tails broomstick stiff Frothing at the mouth, Galloping down…
“Real shadow work does not leave us intact; it is not some neat and tidy process but rather an inherently messy one, as vital and unpredictably alive as birth. The ass it kicks is the one upon which you are sitting; the pain it brings up is the pain we’ve been fleeing most of our…
Shadow Dance by Rhosyn Gwyn Yesterday flickers in the candlelight Dancing slowly in the shadows Mocking what had been bright and brash Sparks of what once was Become the glow of what is Time becomes timeless. For an instant Old and new become one Until the brilliance of transmutation Again extinguishes the taper of the…
Into the Darkness by TB Kelley In the darkness I seek, I seek for the hidden knowledge, hidden deep within the dark of my mind. The space holds all that is powerful, all that is mysterious. The darkness with in is where I go. Spirits of the ancients fill my soul, their remnants of life…
Cauldron of Cerridwen by Jennifer R. Miller I am at ease in your velvety darkness that covers and heals me in places the light cannot reach, because I am much too weary now for all that blinding brightness. Under the supple, lustrous rays of the moon, I stare into the swirling black void of the…