A witchy wreath I made tonight in honor of my favorite season.
I have an octopus that rides on my shoulder, and she forever insists that I hold her. She is inky and black, Can disappear in a flash, And never does what I told her. My octopus is sometimes a bother, and I'm not quite sure how I caught her. Though she scampers about, She … Continue reading Octopus
I cannot do shavasana. Ask me to become a cobbler, a cobra, even an eagle. I can do. But I cannot yet be a corpse.
Blessed be this sacred night. I sense the power and magic as the seasons change Summer into fall. As the full moon rides proudly in the night sky, I honor the lessons I have learned and I embrace the unknowns of tomorrow. I release myself to the fullness of the universe and celebrate the wonder … Continue reading Harvest Moon Blessing