Iceland is a liminal place. People who normally never get lost find their internal compass suddenly on the fritz. They find themselves lost in thought and wander off, inexplicably drawn into caves and toward water.
While visiting Dimmuborgir, a few of us decided to visit this cave. As I climbed the steps, I found myself drifting further and further away. Upon arriving at the mouth of the cave, I found myself drawn toward the back and began to walk forward. My companions had to coax me back. Dazed, I arrived at the top of the steps and realized I was not myself. Thankfully, by the time I reached the bottom, I was once again grounded in the present and able to orient myself.
These sort of experiences are not at all uncommon in Iceland, which is why you need to keep your wits about you and not wander off alone.
Faces everywhere you look
Making their home in the rock
Invisible to many
who choose to remain oblivious
Ignore the warning signs
and wander where none should tread
Fearless where fear would serve them well
Standing in front of a wall of rock
A thousand faces staring back at you
Not exactly an exchange
A misstep could lead
to an untimely end
congregate in the food court
far from his Little House
on the prairie
Napoleon Dynamite's brother
absorbed in a crossword
a job application
hoping not to be noticed
perhaps lose the
That nosy neighbor-lady
who's more than happy
to tell the cops
she always knew he was trouble
you know the one
from that film
where everyone dies in the end
Now this is interesting
the lovechild of
Abraham Lincoln and Nick Cave
has a penchant
for Jugo Juice
Who would have thought?
I want to get her something really nice
She's very girly
like Jennifer Aniston
But she's not my girlfriend
Not just anything will do
I want her to know
I put some thought into it
without going overboard
It has to be just right
she's really nice
but she's not my girlfriend
they travel from shop to shop
a captive audience
Their purses empty
Their hearts and minds
with stories to tell
Most are old as time
a lost job
a lost love
an illness to be reckoned with
Every once in a while
makes it's way to my little corner
Causing me to give pause
The doctor is in
5 cents please
It's amazing what you hear
The acoustics make things
Politics and policies
even legal matters
of which they are now
they are eager to share
to expand upon
Until they've encompassed
every inch of real estate
Surrounded by the din
voices rise and fall
I have no desire
to be part of
Rather than unfurling gently
like a flower
she violently rips herself open
spilling a lifetime of atrocities
over the tile floor
and goes about her day
leaving me drowning
in her grief
Many, many moons ago I was approached by an acquaintance, asking me to write a collection of short stories for children. The project would be illustrated and published for a local school. Unfortunately, it never manifested. I recently decided to dust off the stories I wrote, do a bit of editing to freshen them up, and publish them here. I hope you enjoy them.
It was a day much like any other, or so it was to begin with. The Giant made their way through the forest which was said to be older than the keeping of time. It was also said that the trees never understood our need to track time in such small increments which were of no true meaning in the grand scheme of things.
The Giant wasn't pondering anything in particular when a voice floated down from the trees.
“Who! Who are YOU?”
It was an Owl, sitting on a branch high above the Giant's head.
“I am a Giant.” they replied.
“You must be mistaken. You cannot be a Giant. You’re not tall enough.”
“But I am. I am a Giant.”
“I’m afraid I must disagree. I’ve seen many a Giant in my day. Yes, many a Giant has passed this way and I can assure you that a Giant you are not!”
How could this be? That can't be right. But they were an Owl and everyone always said that if you ever had a question, you should find an Owl, for they are the keeper of all answers. The Giant had never known an Owl to be wrong, but then they’d never known an Owl at all so it was hard to say either way. Besides, it was rude to argue. Giant or not, they didn’t want to be considered rude.
“I thought I was a Giant.” they said.
“Who said you were a Giant?”
“Then why do you think you are one?”
“I don’t know. I guess I just assumed.”
“Assumptions, my dear, will cause the downfall of Man.”
“You are wise beyond my understanding, Owl. Please tell me, if I’m not a Giant, then what am I?”
“Not what, WHO.”
“Who, then? Who am I?”
“Pardon?” asked the Giant. This was very confusing.
“Follow the sun until it leads to the sea. There you will find you. There you will be.”
“Thank you very…”
And with that, the Owl flew away.
“…much.” the Giant said to themselves.
A tear slid down their cheek. The Giant felt as though they had lost something very dear. Everything that was once familiar now felt strange. How were they to act? What if someone happened along and asked who they were? They couldn’t say they were a Giant, could they?
I can’t touch the clouds,
as they go rolling by.
If I’m not a Giant
then what am I?
What am I?
I can’t stop the eagle
From sailing ‘cross the moon
If I’m not a Giant
will I be soon?
Will I be soon?
I should be moving mountains
or strolling ‘cross the sea
If I can’t be a Giant
what can I be?
Can I be?
Sadness overcame the Giant. They sat right down where they were and cried. The leaves on the trees trembled, for they had never seen the Giant sad. The breeze stopped altogether, for fear of upsetting the Giant further. The sun tried hard to warm the Giant but the effort went unnoticed. After a time, a voice was heard.
“Seems a shame for one so young,
to turn away from summer sun.
To choose instead the cold of fear,
and shed even a single tear.
When a friend is so very,
The Giant looked up, their eyes red and puffy from crying. A crow was standing on a tree stump, smiling at them.
“Hello”, the Giant whispered, wiping their face as best they could.
“You sit beneath a sunny sky.
You could play,
instead you cry.
Why is this, ask I?
Why oh why oh why oh why?”
“I don’t know who I am. I thought I was a Giant but the Owl said I wasn’t and now I don’t know what to do.”
“There, there, my dear.
What you’ve lost
I’ll help you find
if my company
you don’t mind.”
“Really? You would help me?”
across the miles I’d go.
William Roderick Crow.”
“Pleased to meet you, Mr. Crow”
That simply will not do.
Call me William, please
The Giant giggled a little. They never met anyone who spoke the way William did.
“I’m very happy to have met you today, William.”
William bowed low and said,
“The pleasure is mine, my dear.
Now please tell me,
what happened here?”
The Giant explained. William pondered their words, walking back and forth across the tree stump, stroking the underside of their beak with one wing.
“Follow the sun until it leads to the sea?
There you will find you?
There you will be?
It seems a sort of mystery, my friend.
Something we should follow through to its’ end.”
“You’re absolutely right. If I want to find out who I am, I have to go look. I certainly won’t find anything at all sitting here in a puddle of my own tears, now, will I?”
The Giant stood up right there and then, took a deep breath and turned their attention to the sky.
“Follow the sun until it leads to the sea. How long do you think it will take us to get there?”
“Hard to say, for it seems that I
Measure the distance as the crow flies.
You travel by foot instead.
I will, at times, fly on ahead
to circle back that I might advise
what I’ve seen with these dark eyes.
The decision, always yours to make.
The journey? Ours both to take.”
That seemed to be William's way of saying they weren't sure.
“Well, since I don’t have anything pressing to attend to, shall we depart?”
“Once upon this daytime splendour
An Owl’s words, we did ponder.
Their meaning will remain unknown
should we decide to stay at home.”
With that, the Giant turned toward the sun and William took wing. They did just as the Owl suggested. They travelled for days, following the sun until it led to the sea.
“Well, here we are.”, said the Giant.
“From the forest and the path
to the sea, we’ve arrived at last!
Long before the setting sun.
Plenty of time to find someone.”
“Now that I’m here, it won’t be long until I find out who I am truly meant to be.”
They remained at the seashore for three days, building sandcastles and playing in the water. William wrote poems and the Giant sang songs. It was fun for a while but then the Giant became impatient.
“When will I find out who I am?”
“It seems the Owl
although very wise
left you with questions
before they did fly.”
The Giant threw their hands in the air, plopped down in the sand and began to cry.
“Now what do we do? “
After some time, a sea turtle appeared. She was on her way back to her home under the waves after laying her eggs in a warm, sandy nest. She paused, then turned to the Giant and spoke.
“Do you mind if I sit here and rest for a moment?”
“I don't mind.”, the Giant replied.
The sea turtle took some time to get comfortable, then let out a sigh. She turned to the Giant, who was sniffling and wiping their eyes.
“Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“No.”, the Giant replied.
“Why are you crying?”
The Giant told her about the Owl and what was said. About meeting William and their journey to the sea.
“And here we are.”, the Giant said at last.
“I see. If you don’t mind, I’d like to offer my opinion.”
“I’d be happy to hear it.”
“Large becomes small when you see it from a distance.”
“What do you mean?” the Giant asked, hoping it wasn’t another riddle.
“You look like a Giant from where I am.”
“That’s WONDERFUL! Did you hear that, William? The sea turtle thinks I look like a Giant!” The Giant jumped up and started to dance. The sea turtle however, turned her head this way and that.
“Why does it matter so much, what I think of who you are?”
The Giant stopped dancing and pondered this for a moment.
“I don’t know.”
“If you don’t mind, I would just like to express that it shouldn’t matter to you what anyone thinks or says. What matters is what YOU think and feel.”
“I feel confused.”
“If you don’t mind, can I ask you two more questions?”
The Giant nodded and sat down so they could pay attention, for they were certain this was going to be very, very important.
“Do you FEEL like a Giant?”
The Giant gave this some thought and finally said “Yes. I do feel like a Giant.”
“Does that make you happy?”
“Yes. That makes me very, very happy.”
“William, if you don’t mind. Can I ask you? Do they look like a Giant?”
William Roderick Crow turned and regarded the Giant.
“They don't look like me or you.
They look like themselves, they do.”
The sea turtle turned to the Giant with kindness in her eyes.
“If you don’t mind me saying so, you feel like a Giant and being a Giant makes you happy. Seems to me that a Giant is not only who you ought to be, but who you truly are.”
She’s right!, the Giant thought. What do I care what anyone else says or thinks? I am a Giant. I AM A GIANT! I AM!
“Thank you! Thank you so much!”
With that, the Giant made some seaweed tea to share with their new friends. The trio visited until the sun was done with the day and the moon came out to play and for a while thereafter.
As Witches, many of us were taught not to use our own breath to extinguish a flame. That somehow, the act of exhalation is unclean. That our breath is not sacred enough to touch our Work.
In doing so, we are reinforcing the false belief that we are inherently flawed and not worthy of the tools we have chosen to use to empower ourselves. This false belief will work against us in our quest for Sovereignty. Unless we embrace every inch of ourselves - the physical, emotional, intellectual, artistic, sexual, spiritual, and so on - we cannot hope to integrate all that we have learned and move on. Part of us will remain stuck.
I can’t help but wonder if this is a purposeful act, put in place by those who are deeply afraid of anyone who seeks to empower themselves. Upon reflection, I have noticed a great many “Thou shall not’s” present in neo-Pagan literature. This isn’t to say that there aren’t things you need to be mindful of for your own safety. But using one’s own breath to extinguish a candle is not one of them.
So go ahead. Blow out your damn candle!
I openly admit that when I started working with crystals, I didn't see the value in clear quartz. I thought it was boring. There are so many other gorgeous options out there, why would you pick clear quartz? Meh.
A few years ago, something changed. I suddenly fell head over heals with this amazing crystal and couldn't get enough. Every time I visited my favorite shop, I HAD to bring some home.
Clear quartz is said to be the most powerful energy amplifier on the planet. It boosts the energy of the crystals around it, so it's the perfect way to amp up your intentions. It enhances psychic abilities and attunes you to your spiritual purpose. In short - clear quartz MAKES STUFF HAPPEN! POW!
From raw chunks to polished points, carved animals to tumbled stones, spheres to skulls – clear quartz can be found in a wide variety of forms. There are no “rules” when it comes to choosing pieces. Whatever you are attracted to will work for you.
Use clear quartz to keep your space cleansed and free from negativity. Place it in a bowl or on a table with other crystals to increase their energy. Use in a grid to magnify and focus your intent. I have found it to be extremely versatile, very soothing, and wear it often for balance and protection. Take some time to explore clear quartz and see what messages it has for you.
She calls to you, beckons you forward
Speaking to you in whispers, she shares her secrets
Perhaps a prophecy, things yet to come
connected to things that have been
Some threads need to be pulled
the tapestry will not unravel
You can mend it, stitch together the torn edges
That is part of the work, you see.
Not many people visit
Some don’t even notice me.
When I was hired as the manager at Vitality Crystals and Fountains I considered it to be a tremendous honor. It wasn't simply a “job” but a way for me to express my creativity and passion.
In addition to managing Vitality's storefront, I was in charge of their social media. I used my talent as a copywriter to increase likes on their Facebook page by over double in just 10 months. We had above-average engagement, which resulted in higher traffic in the store, with many items featured on Facebook selling within a few hours of posting.
With the sale of the business, this chapter has now come to an end. I am so proud of all that I accomplished and am looking forward to sharing this newfound knowledge and expertise as I move forward.
While I do not possess a degree in marketing, I do have over a decade of experience, which has resulted in a considerable amount of knowledge in the areas most companies are looking for.
I am taking this time to explore my options and pursue new avenues. If you are looking to expand your team, need assistance with your social media, or just want to discuss how we may be able to help each other with a one time collaboration, please feel free to contact me.
A small smudge
the brightest green
from Heapstown Cairn
"Here the Seeker, as a hawk, flies into the heart of their own darkness. Into Aisling, dream-vision. There to seize the nut of wisdom and exit with the dream-secret intact."
This statue was carved out of sycamore by Michael Quirke, the Woodcarver of Sligo. I met Mr. Quirke in 2015 and had the honor of an hour-long visit, during which time I watched him work and listened to him retell the myths. Upon my return the following autumn, I spent yet another hour with him and requested this piece for my sacred space. It remains one of my most treasured belongings.
Very much alive
laying in slumber
to be experienced
by those who
do not visit
with the intent to take
in a moment
The Other Crowd are strong at Heapstown. They're all around you, luring you into all the little nooks and crannies.
Time seems to have no meaning. What feels like just a few moments is actually 30 minutes. What feels like 30 minutes is over an hour. What seems like an hour is closer to three. Everyone seems to have the same reaction. They feel themselves fading into the Otherworld and go willingly. There isn't any amount of time that is long enough and when we finally accept that it is indeed time to leave, we do so very slowly, pausing every few steps to take it all in.
I was pulled into a small grove, bathed in green. I stood there, dumbstruck. Uncertain what to say, I broke the rules.
I regretted it as soon as the words left my lips. That is the number one thing you NEVER say to the Good Neighbors. To thank them indicates an acknowledgement of debt and if there is one thing you do not want, it is to be indebted to them.
I searched in vain for something to say, some way to make it right. I removed a piece of Labradorie from my pocket, placing it on a branch. The intent was to photograph it in this beautiful setting. The moss would be a gorgeous backdrop.
It remained there for only a second before tumbling to the ground. this unintended gift, lost to me forever, but hopefully well-received.
IN ORDER FOR AN OFFERING TO HAVE VALUE,
IT MUST BE A SACRIFICE.