We are the bird and the work is the song, and we must sing it while we can. And when this song comes not from a desire to please or to prove or to achieve, but from a profound and earnest longing in the sacred nucleus of us, it is holy work too.
I summon them, these women I was told to shun, and I take my seat at this Last Supper of Holy Whores, this so solemn Samhain celebration that is my highest ritual.
I’ve already apologized to God in case it's not true, but I have tasted God in the sacred energy of others, and on at least one occasion, God tasted like cherries. It was unmistakable. I think it was the combination of God energy with the essence of that person. I think it was how the Holy ...
Rage is not hate. Hate emerges from rage not recognized, responsibility not taken, the projection of blame for one's own suffering onto others who are not to blame.
The Witch-Bride wears bright red and stands shaking with anticipation, surrounded by her wild sisters. In this lost tribe of Wolf Women, it is forbidden to marry another until one marries her sacred self, so they meet now at the stone circle’s center to witness this Witch’s wedding. The moon is ...