Harvest Time, Witches
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Daily Verse 11.23.20—Vespers
As darkness comes early these days, I’ve decided to reclaim the ancient practice of vespers to harness the power of our home as a sacred space. I want to melt into the invitation this season asks of us—to go into the dark for inspiration, for guidance, for comfort—so I’ve been …
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Daily Verse 11.22.20—Duat
I feel really forgetful these days, and when I pause to consider all the bits and pieces I ask my mind to hold, organize and retrieve for me, I am floored. Passwords, phone numbers, facts and figures, to do lists, codes and combinations, schedules and appointments, daily, monthly and annual …
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Daily Verse 11.21.20—The Temple of Divinity
When I was much younger, a boyfriend commented on how deeply spiritual I was. He was Episcopalian and a product of Jesuit schools, so I dismissed his comment—and dismissed him shortly after. But his words always stuck with me. Somehow I knew how clearly he had seen or sensed something …
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Daily Verse 11.12.20—Quiet Magic
It’s a fair statement, I think, that I’m a relatively loud person. No one I know would dispute that fact. But when I heard the phrase “quiet magic” used today, something in my soul piqued, like finding the first of a series of breadcrumbs that led down a wooded trail. …
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Daily Verse 11.11.20 — Time to Pray
For years I have wanted to find a way to pray on a daily basis. I wanted it to be simple. I wanted it to be me. I wanted it to be something I would reach for like my toothbrush, to scrub off the plaque on my soul and let …
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If Not Now, Then When?
He looked at our words painted on the wall, then he looked at me. “If I were you, I would have chosen Queen…” That was my youngest son—the oracle Buddha boy I grew inside my body—saying that to me four nights ago. The night the moon was so bright and …
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The Veil
The morning after he died, I was making our bed, just sobbing. I missed him so much. I honestly didn’t know what to do or how to move on. All I knew is that our bed needed to be made. So that’s what I did. And then, out of nowhere …
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A Witch Waking Story
I’m going to tell you a story that has five parts. Five, I’ve learned, is associated with the universal symbol of the witch. When connected, they form a pentagram, which is the very same design you’ll find when you cut through the center of an apple – you know, the …
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Get Your Groove On, Virginia
Mrs. Claus and I had a rather spirited exchange this past Christmas season. It came on the heels of my SheSpeaks storytelling evening — the one in which I wore a long red dress, made an entrance strutting through the sold out crowd to Christina Aquilera’s Show Me How You Burlesque, …
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