Tomorrow is the full moon, at 5:37 AM PDT. It also happens to be a Blue Moon, which is usually considered an amped up Full Moon for magick (the second full moon in a month). March’s full moon is known
March: The Storm Moon
Living the Magickal Life
People often ask me “What does being a witch and pagan mean to you?” There’s never any easy, short answer to that question. Being a Witch/Pagan for me, means yes, I believe in magick, and I am a Shamanic Witch.
Mabon–The Second Harvest
Mabon is coming up. From my Crystal Cauldron section of the site (see dropdown menu on the menu bar): Mabon is the celebration of the Autumnal Equinox, when day and night are once again in balance. Once more the sun
A Merry Yuletide To All
Back in 2001, after the Towers fell, I had a hard time come Yule and the Solstice. I still felt almost guilty for wanting to celebrate, and wondering if we should. And then, one night, I sat down and wrote
Samhain–the Festival of the Dead
Pumpkins, crisp leaves tinged with rust and bronze, a lace-work of frost kissing red-cheeked apples, ghostly mist rises in the shadowed night…Monday night is October 31st, the eve of Samhain, Festival of the Dead and we prepare to honor and
Real Ghost Stories…And Storms
We’re gearing up here for some potentially rough storms this weekend. Could be stormy. Could be mega stormy. No matter what, it’s going to blow and rain. So I’ve been preparing for that instead of working. One thing I was
Welcome to the Witching Season
Every year, on October first, I write my Welcome to the Witching Season post. October has always been my favorite month and autumn, my favorite season. This makes sense, of course, given I’m a shamanic witch and this season is
Mabon and Allergies and Other Stuff, Kinda
So, a few things have been happening. Tomorrow is Mabon, the Fall Equinox. For Pagans, it’s considered the second harvest—the harvest of fruits. You might think of it as a non-secular Thanksgiving, when we give gratitude to the Goddess of
Twas the Night Before Solstice
In 2001, when tragedy struck the nation in September, some of us fell into a paralyzing, frozen state of emotion. As we neared Yule, I knew I wanted to celebrate but it just seemed…wrong? Perhaps not wrong, but hard to
The Scent of the Brine…
We went to Saltwater State Park–about a fifteen-twenty minute drive away on a good traffic today. Needed to be near the scent of the salt water and brine…that smell to me is home, it’s cleansing, it’s reacharging and if I