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…
By Linda Lurcott Being the daughter of an amateur astronomer the night sky is usually a topic of discussion or the plan of the evening, to view through the family telescope. Last fall, I discovered a photographic exhibit, entitled “Star Struck”, on astronomy at a nearby museum. I immediately wanted to take my dad. Then I noticed…
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…
Acorn by Rhosyn Gwyn I once lived amidst the clouds in lofty limbs that held me close. I touched the sky without waxen wings. But I, too, have plummeted fallen and disgraced. The honorable tower above me casting down their dead and dying. And here I lie among the reeking wreckage of decay searching for…
by: Joan Porte This is my original cookie recipe which are easy, healthy and wonderful for Autumn or winter. This recipe makes about two dozen. Cranberry, Oatmeal, Quinoa Cookies Ingredients 2 cups old-fashioned oats 1 cup cooked, cooled quinoa (I used red but I don’t think it matters) 1-cup coconut flour 1 tsp salt 1…
by Edaine Is your space just not feeling right? Do you have a home for sale that is not selling? Is your home, office, or shop feeling dark, heavy, or not welcoming? Most likely, you need a space clearing and blessing. In the same way that we need to keep our bodies clean with good…
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…
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,…
by Laura Violet Rimola (translated from Italian by Alessandro Zabini) A tinkle rustles through the gloaming mists and comes to the farthest shores, calling the Barge of the deep Journey. Silently comes the Barge, gliding over the waters, coming close to the shingle, calling us aboard it, and we sit down inside it… It’s empty….
by: Leandra Standing in her kitchen, she ponders her life Her never ending job as a mother and wife She thinks back to the days of Olde And how the witches lived as the stories are told So much has changed throughout all these years Fear for their lived replaced with new fears Do we…