(edit: Apparently it was not the Self-Blessing one which was controversial, as I speculated; rather, the Rite of Lilith, which did not specify "women only", whereas the Self-Blessing one did although I don't know about trans women in that one. See Read more... )

OH HAY I just noticed. Since Daylight Saving Time now ends on the first Sunday of November, that means that it's November 1st this year. In other words, that magical extra hour you get at 2 AM when the clocks jump backwards to 1 AM will be late on Halloween night. Talk about your liminal times...

aaaauuuughhh yum it totally smells like the misty night-and-morning-in-the-redwoods smell from MythiCalia out there tonight.

I wish I could smell this All The Time without having to deal with the humidity and associated hair-poofing that goes with it.

tree-mist, earth-breath ( Read more... )

So. That earthquake. Doods, I felt that. Not the shaking (duh, at 400 miles away?), but the "*ping* Huh? WTF? Something totally just happened in the last ten minutes..." as I was sitting in the waiting room at the eye doctor's while enotsola was having his eyes poked at ( Read more... )

This kind of celestial arrangement is usually something I associate with the power of the West. Apparently it is possible to see it in the east as well at the right times of the year. (You won't catch me up at the time of day necessary to see this, unless I've for some reason stayed up that late.)

from a comment I made in a locked post ( Read more... )

RJ Stewart "Advanced Magical Arts" (book ( Read more... )

someone said:

To be able to hear the speech of the trees is a gift I've always treasured.

I said:

You mean the Murmur, the Leafwhisper, the Song of Amber Blood, the Grumbling Grandfather Bark, the way the wind is a free and gleeful messenger?

I realize, saying this, that I can sketch my neighbourhood in trees. ( Read more... )

Birch, Willow, Apple, and Elder. Birch, Willow, Apple, and Elder. Birch, Willow, Apple, and Elder. This particular combination is "ringing" for some reason...

walking softly on the earth
awake and green now
leaves brush gently through my sight