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The Vortex Copse   When I was 12 or 13, my parents bid on, and won a trip at a silent auction at my school.  The trip was to a ranch in Utah.  We were frequent visitors of Aspen and Santa Fe and I had visions of trail rides along creeks and delicious meals at the Lodge.  The first sign that the trip wasn’t going to go as we had hoped was the rental car.  For some reason, I’ll never forget  that it was a brown Crown Victoria that made me nauseas to ride in.  We drove what seemed through...

  I went to Loyola University in New Orleans. So, yea, I partied. Lots. Even the university got into a fight with me over my drinking… but that’s a different story, (I fought back and won). This story takes place on a hot muggy August night in New Orleans at a college bar in the Garden District. A college dive bar on Fraternity Row (no Sorority houses in New Orleans allowed…. Because if more than 3 women lived in a house together it was considered a brothel- can’t make this stuff up). Anyways, the bar would serve anyone and the...

                                                         When my son was born, It was by emergency C section at 25 weeks after a truly terrifying pregnancy of hemorrhaging daily, and ending up in the hospital on bed rest hooked up to a billion IVs because my placenta could abrupt at any second.. Not the peaceful water birth I had envisioned in the beginning. My son  was born at 25 weeks, weighing 1 lb 13 oz.  He was on oxygen...

One thing I keep being astounded at is how the more I pay attention and attune myself to the moons cycles, the more sensitive to them I become . Around the New moon, I’m tender, extra sensitive, easily wounded. Around the Full Moon I’m ready to get stoned and drink wine, and dance and howl at the moon with my girlfriends while burning stuff in our cauldron. It’s as dreamy as it sounds. This New Moon has me feeling very sensitive to the things I no longer want in my life. I feel as though a great Unblocking has occurred...

Rituals of Smoke ∞ ||∞ Why we burn Palo Santo From South America and being used for centuries, Palo Santo translates to " Holy Wood". Used by Shamans and healers in sacred rituals, when burned it's believed to have both medicinal and therapeutics powers. Traditionally burned by the Incas for purifying, energy clearing, cleansing and healing. Known for its abilities to inspire creativity, bring love and bestow good fortune. All this and that beautiful smell, why wouldn't we burn Palo Santo? It's grounding powers and ability to calm an overactive mind are what make me associate the scent of burning...