I was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother’s mother was woefully undermothered as a child. These wounds run deep. When I had a daughter I went into hyper-mother mode as proof that I was OK.
For as long as humans have been telling each other stories, they’ve been telling stories about magick. Some of the older stories, when translated correctly, are remarkably close to true. Unfortunately, many of our modern tales of magick are not nearly as true.
Focus on forgiveness Not merely of othersbut forgiveness of self Forgive ourselves for not knowing those thingswe only learnedtoo late
Magick isn’t something you do, magick is what you are. Already. For reals. Humanity has always known that we are magick. We’ve told tales as old as time about sorcery and powers. Spells and hexes. We vividly imagine the realms where magick abounds. Despite this cultural knowledge, we’ve somehow convinced each other that there is no… Continue reading Magick 101
Communicating vs. Broadcasting
Yup, Arte Lessons, with an e. Yes, it’s pretentious but I like the distinction. We’re not talking about crayons and paste here, we’re talking about the fine and subtle art of recognizing and consciously manipulating the various vibrations and energies that surround us. The same energies that we ignore and allow to manipulate us most… Continue reading Arte Lessons
When your daughter’s sacred holiday was always Halloween (never Christmas), then she dies, does she still celebrate it with you?
Healing is like an onion(or a parfait) Layers, lots and lots of layersandlayersandprayersandlayersof healing. And you often find that the issue you think you need to address isn’t at a layer you can access yet. You need to find the top layer and address it first. The top layer is often so easy and so… Continue reading Healing
When last we saw our heroes they were planning to head to Korea to see Mozart l’opera rock live in Seoul. Never in their wildest dreams did they imagine just how successful their mission would be.
I was in the mall the other day. I don’t really go to the mall anymore. I used to go with Faerin and watch her try on outfit after outfit. I would occasionally peek in the “plus-size” section to see if anything didn’t look like a gaudy, deflated hot air balloon. Just looking at the… Continue reading The perfect size