This morning on my walk I have a special mission:  to complete a winter solstice ritual. I'm carrying a zip-lock bag of ashes in my po...

On the night before meeting with the Moon Goddess Circle, contrary to my usual practice, I decide to prepare for our gathering.  Usually I w...

I'm sitting on the dock overlooking the reservoir.  The foliage is radiant in the late afternoon sun -- brilliant red, opulent orange, ...

In keeping with my tradition of drawing a rune on the high holy days of the wheel of the year -- the Solstices and Equinoxes -- I pull out m...

Today I was visited by heartbreak. Not mine but a client whose tender heart was raw with exposure and rejection. As he told his story, h...

Upon awakening, I reach for the lightweight down coverlet and pull it up around my shoulders.  The morning is crisp and fresh.  Light slants...

August first is Lammas or Lughnasadh, the day we honor the first harvest.  Named for the Celtic sun god, Lugh, this day celebrates the gra...