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…

The Goddess Nammu (Photo Credit: crystalinks.com) In Sumeria, whose civilization dates back to 3500 BCE, Nammu was the Goddess of the Waters of Creation. She was the great abyss, the endless primeval sea in which the Universe floated, that which She brought forth. She was also called the “Mother of Everything” and “Mother, First One who Gave Birth to the Gods of the Universe”. According to the An-Anum, the list of Mesopotamian deities, She is called “The Mother Who Gave Birth to the Heavens and the Earth. (Photo Credit: Pinterest) Creation came from the Great Goddess, from those Waters of Creation; and so, Nammu is as old as time itself,…

  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…