by Jenne Micale How do we carry our burdens? You cast your eyes down at the horseblock marking the sparkle of gravel and then up, defiant, a mare tousling her mane as she runs free. You accept, take it upon your back as broad as a pony, the breath labored until you find the balance…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 My partner Dominic had just completed his Ph.D. at Swansea University and had unexpectedly been offered a job at Cornell University, in Ithaca NY. A university of such prestige that even here in this little corner of Wales, you could not…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 At Reclaiming camps a variety of experiential events always occurred, all were themed around the creation or fortifying of spiritual growth. One of the experiences that are offered by Reclaiming teachers is commonly known as a ‘path’. Paths were week-long metaphysical courses and…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Suddenly, I found myself at the bottom of a sloping heather moorland, sandwiched between a multitude of crowded dark trees, they stood like sentries on either side of the moor, their depth unknowable to me. A bright sheen of light floated atop the dense heather,…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 “If we walk far enough,” says Dorothy, “we shall sometimes come to someplace.” -L. Frank Baum The dark skyline of frenzied trees bowing and swaying in the quickening winds was my first vision of the Forest of the Glen of the Downs, Co Wicklow. It was the…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1, Part 2 An idea formed in my mind, I needed to leave a piece of material on a tree branch as a gift, and so, I ripped a piece of what was, in all honesty, a random piece of cloth from the dress and tied it around one of the…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Part 1 In my dream, I had envisioned a little wooden chalet, and flowing adjacent to the chalet, winding off into the indiscernible distance, was a small, clear stream. From its source flowed out a vibrant little Spring, gently rising up from the ground in the likeness of an ancient water Goddesses, in-state…
By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall “Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!” -Lewis Carroll. I was always fascinated by the elemental forces that whirled daily around my body. The sting of the Winter winds, as they whipped past my cheek, the cool touch of the Spring rains as they poured down from the sky…
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…
As I rose for the first time in an eternity and Ambled out my door and felt the warmth hit my near translucent skin and begin to heat it The smothering heat engulfed me and I struggled to breathe, short of breath from lack of activity I worked my way trudging toward the side of…