I hope you had a wicked good Beltane. I know I did, and I still am.  This year, the holidays feel out time with the seasons.  Beltaine felt more like Ostara, the earth damp and the wind chilly, except that it came with cherry blossoms at the peak of their perfection. It also came with sisterhood, time spent with my dearest friend from college.

I am ( Read more... )

Beltane approaches! Some years, I have been called to very proscribed rituals--the picnic under falling cherry blossoms, or the passionate walk through our gardens at dawn, greeting every living thing by name, and then dancing barefoot in the morning dew.  Sometimes I have woven community, dancing around the maypole with my goddess sisters ( Read more... )

I spent May Eve with my favorite bunch of witches, dancing out the season in Central Park. We met on a particular hilltop deep within the park, a place where the city is a distant memory. This is old land, gently tended and rich with stillness ( Read more... )