Image sabrina nielsen photography Sweet Queen, I know it feels as though your lungs are heavy And your heart is full of stones I know That the weightlessness of tear spun lakes Is the only home you’ve known I know you could spin a thousand veils From the pain that you’ve outgrown On your own I know The shimmer is a glimmer of the armour that you forge To be defenceless is a treasure You rarely could afford And it feels as though your Corvus wings Are tethered to

I have been musing about how one takes control of ones own sovereignty in regards to the parts of ourselves that we might ‘give away’ in interactions with other people – whether unwittingly or knowingly, and the impact that it has on our selves. With steering the best course so one does not get trampled underfoot of the wants and desires of other people, and yet not to become tyrannical in our approaches. The balance between personal boundary and the urge to support others.

Image – Ashley Joncas *Sidenote props if you understood that pop culture reference. We stand at the boundaries, the edge walkers, the hedge jumpers, peering out into the Unknown with our Other Eyes seeking to better understand the depths of the world. We raise energies in circles, embodying a temple within and without of the self, structuring our magickal practice with border lines and directing our power to protect and allow (or reject) certain levels of spirit encroachment

Image source Memories in dirt trod places An ache of something soul wired Screeching across field and foe The rankling of oppressive chains Ripped and charred Once a story learned by rote No longer spoken but on the wind Only the memories we carry Claws in the darkness, teeth biting, Burn it all to ash and starch the bones Sing to them, sing for them, bleed into them, All those forgotten souls, honourable, wise, less so Death is not a quiet whisper A story is not

Image- Odysseyonline “Every Story that has ever been told or will be, exists timelessly within the void. This is the temple of the Storyteller.” – Joanne Morris 2017 Within the heart and soul of every human being is a story, the retelling of our lives; past, present and future – both the stories we have woven from our choices and actions, and those yet untold and unforeseen. To some, we are the weavers of our own fates, to others, our destinies exist independently of our con

Image Source – Voodica So far, 2017 has been a year of fluctuation that has highlighted how damaging polarisation can become in the social and cultural landscapes. In the Musing about the energies of Spring essay the emphasis was on resilience, on refusing to be buried, only planted. This concept evolved into my Spiritual advice for people in general: “Stop planting yourself in concrete. You have roots that need to spread out and grow, they need to be in fertile soil, enric