hello wonderful supportive you:

i am back from my priestess pilgrimage to the UK and i am recuperating as i type this. jet-lag and re-entry have taken up most of the week so far. i had a massage today in hopes of grounding back into my body. the feeling of floating and buoyancy, as much of a natural high as it can be, does not mesh well with the daily grind of life. so i look for ways to get present, be here, stay focused and regain productivity. and too, i am happily arranging and rearranging all the blessed altar embellishments i brought home for myself, much of it the same adornments and trimmings i gathered for you!

short of retyping it all here, i would ask you to take a peek at my blog post about what i managed to discover about myself, once again, while gallivanting across the land, visiting the sacred holy sites and flitting about, as if gossamer winged, in fae land. the veil was growing ever thin there, as it is here as well, and it was most righteously noticeable. you can read my account, i am a pilgrim, here.

i hope and daydream for each of you that one day you go to visit the hallowed and ancient sites of the UK and that you too get to experience the pulse and vitality present there. the amplified divine left me weeping several times and found me speechless often. i peered into the eye of each priestess among us, when words failed us and our eyes spilled over with salty hot tears. in those hotbeds of truth you get to experience what is beyond the epic. it was cleansing, reassuring, and solidified my dedication to sisterhood and adventure. i am still unraveling and deciphering the throbbing secret messages, just for me, that the sea, land, wind, stones, and water offered up.

in your forage/gather boxes you shall find what might resemble an altar, once you have it all unpacked and arranged just so. there is a sacred visual narrative theme of natural elements, charms, enchantments and magic woven throughout. You may find your arrangement is a meaningful and revealing display and not just a random collection of unrelated objects. as pilgrimage loot, a spellbinding energy may be generated in the way each of the evocative objects interacts with one another. there becomes a soulful vibration that is greater than the sum of its parts. i will be curious to see if, after creating an expressive ambiance through altar assemblage, you feel a certain magnetism, a pull, in the creative collection of your pilgrimage treasures. based on my experience, it won’t surprise me if the combination of objects and the visual narrative they evoke disclose a spiritual awareness rather than a specific meaning. the items chose me and they chose you. i hope you find yourself drawn in, bewitched, ever wonder-filled and craving more!

thank you for trusting me to tune in and essentially take you on this trek with me. you were there with me as i traversed the Tor in Glastonbury, as i skimmed the stones in Avebury, dug the flint, scouted the chalk, picked the flowers, perused the books, became wind swept in Tintagel, climbed the steps, bent over the Chalice Well, watched the sun set while the mists rolled in, welcomed day break and bird song, tasted the ciders, scoured the flea markets in Bath and London, touched the ruins, shed the tears, and belly laughed while making up songs about sheep shit and practicing my british accent. thank you for encouraging my journey by supporting my business. thank you for allowing the seeker, wanderer and adventurer in me to partake in this excursion and settle into pilgrim mode. thank you for your support, from my deepened tender heart.

i appreciate you. thank you.

listen, listen...

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i kept having to pinch myself and i cried every few hours or so.

is this my life? am i awake? am i dreaming? am i here?

i could feel the salty hot tears on my wind kissed skin.

i could hear the sweet cackle of my sisters and the gentle murmur of their song.

i could taste the dry cider, streaky bacon and mushy peas.

i could see the rainless clouds, against the vibrant blue sky, over the dramatic stones, as they sailed into the mystic.

so i asked her to pinch me and when she did i could feel it. i was there. it was real.

this is my life.

making out with sacred ancient stones in avebury

i attuned myself to this priestess pilgrimage, with this particular soulful coven of women, lifetimes ago...as it turns out...every cell in my body remembers them.

and i understand why i was requested to be on this spiritual trek, this time, besides the reunion and communion.

in this blessed lifetime i've been once again paired with my beloved sister-cousin who guided me through my formative years in the ways of wild witchery and pagan catholicism. you may have heard me tell tale here.

so not only was i carrying out a portion of my personal manifest destiny as revealed and gifted to me throughout my life/lives, but i was also making waves, setting sparks, and honoring the magical realism, mythology and vision that is my birthright.

the biggest henge that i have ever seen...a giant granite birthday cake...all i think of is stonehenge

on this holy land, stones, trees, wells, sacred flames, and wind collude with the elements they are born of to be the tethers that ground me and inform me. they are the portals that allow my pain and suffering to be alchemized and transmuted. air moves me, fire transforms me, water shapes me and earth heals me. as i widen and expand the macro lens of my own perception, the high vibration and palpable heartbeat, just below the surface of things, Her heartbeat, Her ancient rhythm and wisdom, rise up to meet me. and i am struck by a deep well of breathtaking awe. i am comforted, i feel safe, i trust and i forgive. i am here to understand the abundant affluence i am steeped in daily and i give way in gratitude.

site of our new moon ritual, west kennet long barrow, avebury.  ceremony. celebration. — site of our new moon ritual, west kennet long barrow, avebury. ceremony. celebration.

i ask myself:

what did i bring to release, let go, offer, breath out, heal, leave in Her lap?

what did i take, come to understand, listen for, grow from, open to?

in these energetically amplified spaces, where is my willingness?

how am i honoring my capacity to expand, take up space and be illuminated?

new moon: ripe with power to manifest divine partnership to myself...i am my own anam cara

i emerge from the nurturing, safe, and womb like space of venerable trees, elderly stones, antique barrows, indigenous wells and the energetic web of support from my priestess sisters...re-calibrated, equilibrium intact yet always shifting along the lemniscate of life, engaging the deepest parts of myself, alive and dancing. as i say, i walk with my placental ancestors...i do not walk alone.