May 12, 2014
Afternoon of dreaming in Washington Square Park. Remembering the NYC warm weather magick. #goodbook #journal #sunshine
read moreAfternoon of dreaming in Washington Square Park. Remembering the NYC warm weather magick. #goodbook #journal #sunshine
read moreShy snowdrops are being born in my garden, and I kiss winter goodbye like a lover. Little faces stare to the earth, barely believing that the sun and soil have given them life, and I look back at my time with the winter muses here and gone in a white flash. Before the first frost, […]
read moreRebirth on Imbolc: “Spring is stirring in my heart. I heard Pan’s flute on the wind in a dream 3 nights ago, and now long to run wild through the Greenwood… Lady Winter has been a beautiful muse, but now there are songs for spring singing in the night as well. Welcome.” Wonderland “Gammelyn’s Daughter, […]
read more“And then it happened: The moment when inspiration met skill level, dreams met commitment and experience. It happened last week after finishing a song that I’ve been trying to write for years: The moment that I knew I was on the right track. The moment when I knew that it hadn’t all been some wild […]
read moreIt starts like this: The white page sprawled before me on a winter night, with candles lit in my little room. I sit with the pen (always black, never blue) in my hand, and begin—start to swirl and swish the letters across as I open to The Voices, and to the many words that come […]
read moreHere’s an excerpt from this week’s dream journal. It was written late at night in a moment when I was really feeling like I wanted to give up on just about everything, especially my art. While I am usually a pretty positive person, I am still human, and go through deep, painful moments of my […]
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