And I ask you, why is it that woman’s voices have been so maligned once men took up spears to make wars and take ownership of something one can not truly own? What has been hidden? So distrusted? These voices ignored even, and in the face of years of research, expertise in the field? Continue reading When God Wore Pink Pyjamas And Fed Us Magic
Through the hedge is another country, the great “out there”, as it were. Often you’ll find me basking in the shadows made by the Black Walnut Trees that surround this little place I call home, dripping their toxicity, allowing only woodlanders to thrive, and dismissing the dalliances of species that do not belong – VIP only. Black walnut is allopathic, as it excretes chemicals into … Continue reading Thru My Arbour There Is A Place
Returning to the beginning, to old posts from those first weeks of late October and into November of 2012 when I was working through that complicated grief Tim left in his wake and had just begun to blog. I come to them now only by way of the “go random” widget (hit the + sign below) I placed in the footer. [see end for how … Continue reading How I Find Magic, And You Can Too
The Temenos Journal 