ocean shoreline

The Water Remembers

by Rev. Rachael Wright I walk in sands Far from the land of my birth Far from the shores of the Holy Isle The fog rolls in and enrobes me “Welcome back,” it whispers For the Water Remembers These misty droplets, once part of the oceans, the rains that nourished the first trees and mosses….

The Mystic Path

The Mystic Path

by Raven Winters My journey along the Mystic Path of the Goddess and Avalon began when I was about sixteen years old. I had begun digging into my Celtic ancestry and simultaneously looking into Kabbalah and Gnosticism, where I learned about the Gospels of Mary Magdalene and Thomas. Discovering the Shekinah (Sophia) and Mary Magdalene…

Those of Us Who Weave

Those of Us Who Weave

By Jennifer Miller   If you would be a fiber artist, you must learn the art of unmaking as well as making, undoing and doing, unweaving as well as weaving. You will pull out stitches, and sometimes entire rows, but remember there is power in this, too— Power in knowing you can go back to…

The Mirror Pool: Sights and Insights – Calling The Barge
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The Mirror Pool: Sights and Insights – Calling The Barge

by Seer Matron Elisa Greetings as we look ahead to 2022, Sisters! Although the Avalonian new year, having begun at Calan Gaeaf, is well underway, it is impossible not to acknowledge that January is, for most of the world, the month that heralds fresh starts and the turning of the page on the past and…

The Mirror Pool: Sights and Insights – Hearthkeeper
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The Mirror Pool: Sights and Insights – Hearthkeeper

by Seer Matron Elisa Greetings, Sisters! Riding the wave of last month’s full moon, the Moon of Initiation (the first moon in the Avalonian Cycle of Revealing), we now welcome the next moon, the Moon of Distillation, and draw a new card from the Avalonian Oracle deck to guide us. We also continue our work with Ceridwen. Ah,…

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The Burden

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…