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Of Medicine ‘n’ Magick
Winter Here I am in the season we call winter. Yule has passed, and length of daylight is waxing in my world, though imperceptibly. I know it is, though, because the hens are laying again. I know because the stored onions and garlic are waking. I know because I’m taking inventory of seeds, placing orders, and dreaming of the spring-to-autumn gardens that sustain us. I know because I’m already dreaming of Imbolc, that glorious midpoint between winter and spring, when the waxing daylight turns undeniable, and garden dreams move into garden actions, albeit indoors, on shelves aglow with privileged light. But now… in the gloom of true winter, it’s a…
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Of Medicine ‘n’ Magick II
For the Love of Nona Gaia… For many, February conjures images of hearts, expressions of sweetness, gestures of love, too often in the form of conventional consumption of holistically toxic industrial chocolate and flowers that starve and deplete the earth, Nona Gaia, and all life she supports. I conjure similar images and expressions, yet I do my best to do so in ways that acknowledge and honor Nona Gaia, ways in which we nourish and sustain her, and all life she supports. Past, present and future. I conjure images and expressions that reinforce the connections that bind all life. Past, present and future. In this framework, I invite…
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Of Medicine ‘n’ Magick
Deep Autumn I love this time of year. The wheel turns in my hemisphere, and the dark of night claims sway in its dance with daylight. It’s a wondrous sharing. As I anticipate the arrival of winter, the enveloping darkness is comforting Medicine to me. The older I get, the more meaningful this deep autumn Medicine becomes. It’s hard for many, I know. It’s hard, even for me with my solitary ways and absolute love for the long nights, short days, and cooling temps. And this year such seasonal challenges are compounded for many – if not most – with the increased isolation offered by COVID-19. Nonetheless, with or without…