For many years, J. and I shared custody of two dogs, Sasha from late 2007 and Leo in mid 2015, and two cats, from late 2011. Thus a seasonal rite of passage was the great shedding as all of them lost their heavy winter coats. This post is not about that kind of shedding.
I’m having a hard time with February, and the feast of Imbolc this year. Usually it’s one of my favorite celebrations. We — finally — can literally see the promise made at the winter solstice; the light is returning! We light our candles in hope and joy, secure in the knowledge we’ve survived another winter.
Sometimes, Writing is Hard
A big part of my new life is that I’ve had to step back from being directly, constantly involved with the Art of Ritual Class and JaguarMoon. Being hours ahead (as much as eight) of everyone made how I used to do things almost impossible. So when I knew it was real that I would […]