• Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 4

    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 early evening, the twilight hours, and I had just walked the four-mile road from Kilpedder, where sat the first organic farm in Ireland, my place of work. It was a part of Ireland that was imbued with an old-world rural charm, a feeling that Dublin city, only an hour’s drive to the North, could no…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 3

    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 lower branches of the tree. As I did so, I gave thanks to the spirit of the tree for guiding me to this sacred and beautiful place. Now, as is the case with any tale worth telling, the news of Fionnuala’s and my discovery began to spread. The land itself was owned by a wonderful…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 2

    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 and awaiting an audience. At her head grew a gnarly ancient Elder tree, which kept a careful watch over the court. With my dreaming eye, I had drawn closer to the Spring, and as I did so, and without warning, up from somewhere deep within the Elder tree at its head leaped, a dark silhouetted…

  • Personal Essay

    Rites Of Passage – Part 1

    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 and soaked through my long hair. The healing warmth of the Summer Sun and the gentle caress of the Earth beneath my feet. These were the things that filled my childhood with joy. The Elements were my friends and my guides as I traveled, far and wide, on daring and intrepid adventures, through boggy cornfields…

  • Salmon jumping in a river
    Poetry

    Bloodroot

    By Charlotte Hussey   I ride on the back of a salmon, listening to the swish of the overhanging branches. They rush by rustling overhead, to the slap of his tail against water. He slides, rippling between boulders and plunges us upriver. Choppy waves lap the limestone banks, their echoes filled with the susurrations of not-quite-human voices.   I ride on the back of a salmon, breathing in the raw mud smells, the rot of drowned logs and spent amber leaves, the watery scents of floating reeds and grasses, and the pitchy odor of a brush fire on the near bank. Out of its billowy smoke, a figure drifts towards…

  • Book Excerpt

    Two Excerpts from Minerva’s Owls

     (Homebound Publications, 2017) By Mary Petiet In Minerva’s Owls, Mary Petiet weaves a fascinating and colorful web of yoga, healing, and Western wisdom traditions. Filled with the infinite knowing of the feminine divine, this slim volume is packed with enduring wisdom. You will recover yourself in these pages.-Trista Hendron, author of the Girl God series. Minerva’s Owls is the story of our connection through history, time, and place. We live in a time of modern miracles, but the price we pay is disconnection from nature, each other, and sometimes our very humanity. How did we get here, and how can we reconnect? Minerva’s Owls offers a positive way forward through…

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    Reclaiming The Feminine

    By Andrea Lewis (Part 1 of a 3-part series) A few years ago, I opened my Akashic Records and met with my soul from a successful past-life. It was months after I launched my sacred business and because I wasn’t seeing the results I anticipated, I was ready to give up! From my mind’s eye, I saw the image of a woman come forth in the Akashic meeting room. She wore a medieval dress and orange-red colored cloak with gold embroidery around the collar and sleeves, her hair dark and flowing past her shoulders. She resembled a Priestess from the King Arthur era. “What happened during your lifetime that caused…

  • Quotes

    Shadow Work

    “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 life; the psycho-emotional breakdowns it catalyzes are the precursors to hugely relevant breakthroughs; the doors it opens are doors that have shown up year after year in our dreams, awaiting our entry. Real shadow work not only breaks us down but also breaks us open, turning frozen yesterday into fluid now.”  – Robert Augustus Masters

  • Meditations,  Pagan Life

    The Wise Woman

      By: Aelwyn We equate wisdom with age—experience. There is something slippery about this. A woman’s wisdom can arise at any age. We slip into and out of it in moments of grace—listening to a deeper, Sovereign voice within us. We all, men, women, children of all ages, have the ability to be wise.  Who has not held a newborn and seen the wisdom of a knowing soul reflected back to them?  I like the definition of “wise” as a verb: to be alert or aware of something. This, I think, is the key to being wise. I often marvel at the wisdom of my young daughter. She is alert…