By Gaia Woolf-Nightingall Let us to gravitate into the inner realms of our divine hearts and enter into the garden of the Goddess, the divine wellspring within, to dance to the cadence of She who is of Infinite Skies, to the God Herself. Find for yourself a comfortable,warm position seated or lying down, closing your eyes,…
RENEWING BRANWEN SPEAKING WITH BRANWEN’S VOICE by Susan Morgaine I know how hard it can be to have the ones you love disagree and fight, to know there is not much you can do, and yet know you must try. Because I know that, above all, Peace and Love are worth the tears and…
The Mysteries of the Cauldron and the Sacred Feminine by Laura (Violet) Rimola The mist slightly rises from the wet soil, covered by a carpet of scarlet leaves. It rises, vaporous, veiling the bare trees and surrounding our gentle steps. The voice of the forest is silent and the boundary between the worlds is so…
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 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…
Many Directions in Faith by: Alana Yesterday, well many yesterdays ago, my faith in God was empty, fruitless. Locked in my desire to do the right thing, it was hard to turn away from an ideal that had never fit, and fear of damnation jailed me in my own misery. I began a career path…
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…
by: Alana Yesterday, well many yesterdays ago, my faith in God was empty, fruitless. Locked in my desire to do the right thing, it was hard to turn away from an ideal that had never fit, and fear of damnation jailed me in my own misery. I began a career path that led me…