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
I've been seeing a lot of comments and philosophical holier-than-thou posturing regarding the absolutely terrifying and heart-breaking situation in my hometown and current residence Houston, Texas. This is a post that I'm sharing, written by an unknown source on Facebook*, that perfectly explains why we sheltered in place instead of evacuating. I have made a … Continue reading Why We Didn’t Leave – Houston and Hurricane Harvey
Hate is easy and Love is hard. Love is transformative. It demands that we be uncomfortable because change can hurt. It asks for growth and understanding. Love takes p a t i e n c e and a willingness to listen, when we would rather speak. Love means practicing Forgiveness when all we want is … Continue reading Hate is Easy
I am issuing myself a personal challenge. Every week, I would like to share a bit of wisdom that I come across and how I've seen that wisdom enacted in my own life, or how I'd like to incorporate it going forward. Today's message is from Brene Brown (I know we'll be seeing a lot … Continue reading Weekly Wisdom – Brene Brown, Brave, and Trust
I am a storyteller. The little old witch in the woods. I believe in the warmth of wood and green growing things. I find the threads of my stories in the restless spots of sunlight that fill my front yard and the grit of baked earth beneath my bare feet. I light candles at the … Continue reading Storyteller
Hey little fat roll Yes, you the one that rides just below my waist and just above my hips. Hi there. I'm always trying to make you disappear, Like the magic trick at a kid's party. I have squished you, covered you, starved you And yet no matter how the rest of me vanished around … Continue reading Body Talk
Rebel Rose is a badass motherfucker. She don't take shit from any man,or any woman, or any person, for that matter. Rebel Rose believes in inclusivity. Rebel Rose doesn't have to prove anything to anybody. Her everything is contrary. Her walk is aggressive, her posture, a challenge; the iridescent shimmer of her neon cotton panties, … Continue reading Rebel Rose