Honor thy mother and thy father.

wanting to let this turn into whatever
needs to be said
aloud
to myself
anything

i was just thinking about all this poetry
and thinking of the steel guitar
and raw.tinshed.voices

what would i write if i knew no one was reading?
like i used to
stacks and stacks of journals and notebooks and sketchpads
i know the magic of these musings
oh the force in the absolute love i feel for these experiences

Lughnassadh (loo-nah-sah) is near

i have found my soul a resting place in this new ecstatic tradition

moon love and lore, grounding power and a divine mother
trust
ancient nectar

to find a whole set of new ideas concerning something that feels so organic to me has been shifting
and oh i am on the cusp
so much learning
but i know in my spirit
that i need this
i need practice and connecting and honoring and gratitude
i want ritual and understanding of nature and magickal properties and herbs and symbols and archetypes
i want to light some candles and sit at an altar
talismans and joyfully infused parchment paper
blessings
wood bowls filled with salt and water for purification
makeshift statues
and art that swallows me up
whole
raising energy
i want to honor the elements and mysteries
yes
the divine in everything
never beginning for a moment to believe that you understand someone else's
path
journey
process
evolution
life
voice or universal spirit
if you can feel that goodness in you 
striving for absolute peace and love and compassion
is this not god?
speaking your language
guiding you into destino

maiden.mother.crone.
waxing.full.waning.

Inspiration Board.



Art.

praise.

cunt lover.

true.

what i found.

swh collage.

soak/ache.

implosion.

free birds.

wish.

dancing womyn.



big love.

sometimes i feel so very sick of these opinions
and expectations.
its like
why thank you
but i really didnt ask you.

lets stop caring so much about other peoples path
and process
and journey
we dont know the voice they are hearing inside

listen.

love. love. love.
more love.

i will love you.
broken parts and mean bones.
bad decisions and phases of delusion.
i will love your unfolding and evolution.
even the ugly parts.
i will plant seeds in your honor.
i will sing a moon song to you when you need Her love.
i will give you my favorite book and ask you about your favorite parts.

i will try my hardest not to judge your experience.
the reckoning and the detachment.

i will love you when you get back.
dear one.

All these things.

what god has become to me
 what fear has become to me.

it is good and it is what it is
and oh my god/dess
all we can do is hope and pray that this deepseated ecsatic grounding energy is real.
really.
this slow moving of ideas to end up here so far.

what i have found here:

the moon. the tapping into. the faces of.
maiden.mother.crone.
 'the moon is cyclical, like women.'

the art of ritual.intention.offering.practice.
 magic.

 so many gorgeous books.

compassion.
goddess culture.
an art room of my own.
complete acceptance.
 love growing.
neutral ground on most everything.
wicca.
baking.
tarot reading.
 dressing for the sheer pleasure of it. the art of adornment.
so much gratitude.

 i dont know much.
 i will say.
the easy flow of life and accepting the person that i am in all of her fears and insecurities and outlets.
in all her implosions and sadnesses hurts and delusions.
appreciating this life and the many true blessings
the secret blessings and the mysteries.
oh. the old mysteries.
ancient wisdoms and juicy nectar.
from the beginning
 the nature of things
dances and languages and seeds and yearning.

and ray lamontagne.
cuts you like a knife. s
harp knife.

anyway
it is my hope to find my writing again.
 to sit down and see what happens.
i am hoping it will flow.
bend
and move.