LABYRINTHS (Photo Credit: almanac.com) ********************************************************* The point of a maze is to find its’ center. The point of a labyrinth is to find your center. – Unknown ********************************************************* Labyrinths are found in more places than I originally thought. While I have a finger labyrinth, I had not given labyrinths, in general, much thought. However, as they have come up for me in my own personal soul work, I chose to look into them a bit further. A labyrinth is a single path that tends to curl in on itself and always leads to the center. The center of what is up to each individual person who undertakes that journey. They…

Lupa is an author, artist, ecopsychologist, and naturalist in the Pacific Northwest.  She creates ritual tools and other sacred art from hides and bones, and is a prolific author of pagan nonfiction books. The Tarot of Bones is a tarot deck that is inspired by natural history, and combines Lupa’s art and writing skills with her knowledge and appreciation of the natural world, adding the traits and habits of animals to the symbolism of the tarot.   After reviewing Tarot of Bones last month, I was excited to catch up with Lupa and find out a bit more about this tarot deck and its companion book.   Raushanna: I know the natural…

  The Bad Witch Reviews The Witch’s Spellbook Enchantments, Incantations, and Rituals from Around the World By Sarah Bartlett I feel like I should begin by saying while this is a review, and I did read a book I feel reluctant to say the name of it. Suffice to say it is a spell book. I feel like I would be much freer to comment without putting the name of this writer or the book title in this review. The introduction starts with a story about how this person came to magick. They found a book (it happens to many) but what struck me was the kind of spell she…

Unearth Your Own Ancient Goddess As I walked my solitary path, the Goddess led me carefully, slowly, tenderly. First, I made a long journey around Scotland, my motherland. And as my family and I went sunwise round the coast, visiting stone circles and souterrains, and barrows all along the route, I could feel buried memories and slumbering parts of myself awakening. Sitting in a dolmen in the Celtic ruins on the western coast, the wind hushed in the cave-like interior, I saw a circle of women in the ethers threshing grains onto a hide beneath, chanting in an ancient tongue. And I knew I’d been one of them, long, long…