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July 19, 2013

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(my) life is one big grief ritual.
i took my son to Kaua’i last week for his 15th birthday. i offered him my once yearly alaska airlines $99 companion fare and told him anywhere they fly, we could go. he choose Hawai’i.
the last time we had a tropical beach vacation i was still married to his dad. every now and then i found myself wishing his dad and brother were there with us even though i’m the one who instigated the uncoupling and dissolution of our 22 year partnership. and once in a while I was gasping for breathe at the sheer and immense joy I felt to get to spend this kind of concentrated time with my youngest son, alone, because even though he is with me 90% of the time, we certainly aren’t together 24/7, gettin solar infused and salt water soaked. it turns out, life ain’t all fun and games, but sometimes, every now and then, you catch that glimpse of gratitude and grace and glory. and grief. and this time away with my Jasper Hawthorn, was all that mystery growth balm and more. more listening, more talking, more singing, more wind in our hair, more rainbows, more togetherness. my fingers are crossed he’ll still want to hang out with me when he turns 16 and we can do it again, next time back to Mexico, he mentioned. yes, please, beautiful boy. i love you.
and my PSA for good measure: “Grief means it meant something to you.” Angela E. Morris
And, “You are allowed to grieve that which you have chosen to remove from your life for the sake of your own survival. Feelings around these losses are rarely singular or simple. You are allowed the complexity of your feelings.” (@traumaandco )

#kauai #hawaii #son #motherson #happybirthday #15 #grief #joy #magic #feralambrosialstrange #thisisjustmylifenow #loveswhatigot #natureofmygame

happy new year witches!
it’s almost lunar Samhain (November 7 at the new moon) and the veils are diaphanous. ancestors are converging near the thresholds and the otherworld portals are activated, allowing us to see and be seen. it’s the last of the harvest (i’ll be spinning off ambrosial honey this weekend!) and the turning inward time, nesting time, dreaming time. i love the potent deepening of the darker days leading up to Winter Solstice.

and in just about 7 months, we’ll bask in the high sun of Summer Solstice, in Aquitaine France if you care to join us, for a Make-to-Mend Coven experience unlike any other. details on website, link in bio, flexible payment plans. talk to me Maker Witches, lets brew some magic together. 🌀💜🧙🏼‍♀️🐝🌻🐝🧙🏼‍♀️💜🌀 #maketomend #witchcraft #itscosmic #witchwork #cauldronandhive #feralambrosialstrange #loveswhatigot #natureofmygame #samhain #wintersolstice #summersolstice #happynewyear #witchesofinstagram {image of me in the wild woods of Big Sur, captured by @stacyanne }

i am writing this invitation to you while laying down my soft animal body on the good viridian earth in the high desert, naked, while the unusually mid 80s sun caresses my glistening salty skin. at ground level, belly down, like a snake, i am peering through blades of sharp grass, to the base of two crone juniper trees with a white macrame-like fringed and tasseled hammock strung between them. looking skyward i can see the tippy tops of the verdant conifers stretching their arms, fingertips dancing, with their midnight blue berries, swaying against the cerulean sky. i lay here, sweaty and bare skinned, pretending to be a professional cloud reader as the cooling breeze blows the billowy diaphanous wisps across the vault. a vocal red tail hawk sweeps the expanse transversely while turkey vulture medicine circles on thermals far far above. prismatic spider webs, seemingly plaited thick as ropes, shimmer and float across the azure background toward the cattle fence while the insects sing, flit, chatter, and fly, hither and yon. scintillating honeybees come by to say hello on their autumnal forage of nectar remaining and the song birds whistle a folklore lilt of lineage and ancestry, ancient in its rendering. i was in central oregon, in late september, for a week of living on the land, sleeping outside under shooting stars, off-line, unplugged, off-grid, with nothing else to do but write to you about a make-to-mend offering, full of freedom and devotion, while day-dream weaving the esoteric hours away. as i lounge here conjuring and recalling my glorious month in france, and my time spent in the watery, moody and lush landscape of the Aquitaine this past summer, i shiver at the familiarity, the cellar memory, of days spent like this, there, at SolHenge. here, the turmeric sunset glows salmon and mauve and the full equinox moon rises, august and humungous, as regal twilight comes on. i am liminal and elemental and longing - wanting to invite you to be in france with me this summer at solstice, June 17-22, 2019 for a women’s coven on holy ground… (link in bio to site, offerings and/or shop tab ) 🌀🌻🐝💜 🇫🇷💜🐝🌻🌀 #maketomend #summersolstice #solhenge #witchcraft

my love for this magical woman runs deep and wide, cavernous in its unfathomable reaches 🤩 i am so excited for you to get to the west coast @alisha_sommer. our friendship, collaboration and potent creative chemistry nourish and heal me. thank you, i love you. 💜🌀🌈 Oh! And we have room for a few more participants in our next #feverdreamscollective gathering that commences exactly one year from today in #sonoma. link in bio/offerings #itscosmic
#Repost @alisha_sommer with @get_repost
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When you wake up and realize that one year from today you and @jennette.nielsen will circle with 15 women on the lush grounds of @westerbekeranch. We’ll read poetry and stitch ourselves into a new way of being. We’ll be nourished in body and in spirit. We’ll explore our personal and collective histories from which we’ll craft a small bit scared body of work to carry home. I’ve always said that the experiences I create are based on what I myself am needing, which turns out to be what so many of us are needing. I know I need this. I am craving this. And maybe you are too. .
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#vsco #wherethelightis #thesacrednessoflight #feverdreamscollective #amdreaming #creativewomen #retreats #artretreat #community #sacredcoven #liveauthentic #thatsdarling

🌀give me the moon, with the wind in my face, the sun, and the change of the seasons🌀

Unplugging for a week of professional Wondering. Sleeping outside on the lush land, potent dream weaving, holy grief tending, deep mystery welcoming, and marveling all the while. Tracking what shimmers up inside of me, quietly, and practicing radical hospitality by nourishing, feeding and sustaining my ancestors. I’m out here, heart wide open.
#feralambrosialstrange #itscosmic #dreamweaver #wonderer #moonrise #equinox #autumnalequinox #fullmoon

✨this is us✨

Dear Dad

Happy 70th Birthday!
i am so sad that my last Orphan Wisdom School gathering in Ottawa, Canada, clear across the continent, had to fall over the same weekend as your party. it’s kinda ripping my heart out to not be there, and since i cant be there to tell you in person, some of the million amazing ways you have loved us, big and small, and all the ways i love and adore you, i am writing you this letter.
recently, upon returning from a month in France and being informed of how your illness had progressed, i called Al to tell him the heart wrenching news. we cried and cried and cried together. he said: daughter, we got so lucky that Greg is your other dad, you are so fortunate, and we are so blessed. i couldn’t agree more, i said, i am so damn lucky.
i love that guy so much, he said. i said i do too, so much. and we cried and cried.

when i’m talking about my two dads, i use the distinction of beloved bio dad (Al) and beloved bonus dad (you), so people know who i am referring to. most of my friends now call you beloved bonus dad too and they think its sweet that i give you that moniker. i get to explain to them, as well, all the ways i love and adore you and how you so easily earned that name, in my book.
do you remember when you and mom first meet, when i was 12, before we all (8 of us!) moved in together, Brady Bunch style, and you still had the gold glitter dune buggy and the flat bed work truck with the lift? i do. i remember you taking us camping in that old motor home you had and we would bring the dune buggy and go up miles of forest service roads for the fun of it. i loved that thing and i loved that you took us to have fun. and the flat bed truck - i remember driving through down town woodinville, us older kids in the back standing up and holding onto the wooden railing all around so we wouldn’t fall over, and you’d start to raise the truck bed so we would practically be hanging off the front railing, feet practically dangling in the air, us kids laughing so hard and thinking we were so cool for being allowed to do something “so dangerous.” so fun. (Continued in comments...)

Cauldron & Hive presents an intimate and liminal Elecampane (Inula helenium) Root Talisman Carving, Medicine Making and Witches Ancestral Feast Experience as the veil grows thin. join us Sunday October 28th, 10:30-4:30. we will coven, dig and carve roots, make good medicine, feast, sing and fall in love. $138 includes all the things and every thing! trust me, you will go home with armloads of remedies, info and potions, nourished and satiated. come now, come sister, there is a seat at the table for you. -
i am elated to host this autumnal offering on the land, at my Croft (croft, technically speaking, is a "tenant run farm" and although this is not quite a farmette, croft is the closest descriptor for a wild witch like me, with honeybee apiary, herb and flower gardens, edible landscape, botanicals, and flora and fauna for dye work, basket making and witch craft.), Cauldron & Hive Croft, where i spend most of my time doing witch work: bee priestessing, tending the earth, creating art, planning womens gatherings, and cobbling together my simple existence.

i am calling in the witches this is meant for. this is an experiential invitation to not only come and learn by observation but also get your hands in the earth and participate in the activities of Croft life. our day will be FULL: full of making, information, feasting, learning and loving. rain or shine, together we will dig elecampane root, carve talismans, make copious amounts of medicine, feast while adoring our beloved ancestors at the approach to Samhain, sing and make merry. you will leave nourished and satiated at the end of the day with handfuls of a variety of elecampane medicines, carved root talismans, a fat info packet, seeds, treasures and full happy belly. lunch and dessert are provided as well as all supplies and accoutrement. you just need to show up with appropriate outdoor and indoor clothing, with any ancestral offerings, photos or amulets you desire, and a willing open heart. its going to be so lovely. (Cont. in comments...)
#elecampane #inulahelenium #cauldronandhive #cauldronandhivecroft #maketomend #feralambrosialstrange
LINK IN BIO! 🌀🧙🏼‍♀️💙🐝🌈

Baignade au tournesol, sud de la France, vers juillet 2018. -
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#feralambrosialstrange #witchway #tournesol #sunflower #france #southoffrance #loveswhatigot #natureofmygame #thisisjustmylifenow

Mary. Mary mary mary. You are a heart expanding mythic goddess to whom I belong, while learning, again and again, to belong to my own brazen self. I’ve sought you out in the southern French countryside, from hamlet, to village, to cliff side, to cave, and when I find you, I breathe deep deep deep, engorging my cellular memory with your honeyed mystery and rapturous peace. Thank you for revealing yourself to me, for dissolving my heart armor and amplifying my heart aura, for liquid stillness and proclivitous sensation, for cavernous love heavy as anchors, for earth air fire water, for your lifelong presence. I love you I love you I love you. Thank you.
#witchway #witchwork #witchcraft #mary #marymagdalene #mothermary #allthemarys #bothand #thankyou #loveswhatigot #natureofmygame #thisisjustmylifenow #feralambrosialstrange #nettesmonthinfrance #brazen #goddess #witch #marie

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#france #collioure #mediterranean #mer #cotevermeille #loveswhatigot #natureofmygame #thisisjustmylifenow #vivelafrance🇫🇷 #witchway #plagesaintvincent #bougainvillea #candle #prayercandles #offering #beauty #friendship #key #keys #skeletonkey #rosary #straw #hay #hey #downspout #mail

The wonders of France...
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I’ve taken so many photos and videos! I could post 100 favorites! Everywhere I look there is beauty and awe and wonder galore. All of these captures are from my first week in France while I was skill building shamanic oracular wisdom at the incredible #apissophiaexstasis gathering where I met some incredible women. The nature and countryside around #Bordeaux is stunning and totally my speed. I can’t wait to go back next summer to host a make-to-mend, week long, mellow magic coven. Details forthcoming. Trust me. You’ll never want to leave either! -

Now I’m in Collioure, on the Côte de Vermeille, on the Mer Mediterranée, up against the Pyrenees foothills and at the end of my second week here with two more weeks to go. It’s gorgeous here too, of course. The colors and salt water and ruins and heat. I love it all. Oh, and the pastries! And the rosé! Vive la France!
#pinchme #france #cotevermeille #pyrenees #collioure #vivelafrance🇫🇷 #witchwork #witchway #witchcraft #loveswhatigot #natureofmygame #thisisjustmylifenow #feralambrosialstrange

my salvation lies in MY self-love.

in my yoga class at home, sometimes this song plays with the line, “my salvation lies in your love,” and i always change the words in my head. because, no. my salvation lies in my self-love. not in your love of me. in my love. of myself. that’s where my salvation lies, lives, dwells, cocoons, and roots. i am all for me, every bit of me, for me, and only me. your love, or like, or disdain, or hate are yours to grapple with and don’t bend or break or delight or sustain me. what’s true is, my very own self-love and self-care and self-respect and self-worth are not dependent on you. my damnation or downfall is not tied to what or how you think of me. it is tied to what i think of me. and my salvation too.
i am coven’d in the heart of Acquitaine, the southern French countryside, in a gorgeous hamlet, doing deep healing shamanic work for a week in the gynocentric tradition of Path of Pollen, Melissae, and the bee priestesses of Delphi. i am here honing my feminine oracular wisdom by engaging in pythonic yonic/womb/first-brain/lower-mouth based teachings, experiences and practices, while taking timely breaks to swim outdoors and be full body sun kissed without the constraint of lycra and elastic. i am learning more about my/our beloved bees in the ancient sacred sense, as @beekeepinginskirts transmits, bees as they relate to the divine feminine, eros, honey, nectar and nektar, nymphs, prophetesses, serpents and chalices, and bees as they relate to feminism, reclaiming, reimagining and revivifying. as usual, my days are full of sweet grief and curious mystery, my nights of oracle dreams and regeneration, with lawts of writing writing writing in between. it’s epic. and this is just my life now.
next week i will move to the mediterranean coast of southern france where i will keep writing, ocean/sun bathing, rejuvenating, and stretching my wings. i’m dedicated to ascension @lizzyjeff. workin’ it.

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