image - Adam Bird Photography "It hurts," I cried.
"I know," replied the Witch of my soul, "And look, the Forest beckons."
So it did, once more, a thick underbrush of reckless vines, criss-crossing the broken parts, stitching them anew.
The churned Earth seemed to crumble underfoot, loose and unstable, broken down from all the wandering back and forth, back and forth, without real rest.
"The roots remain, deeper down," she croaked, knowing what was in my mind of course,
Crown Yourself in Roses "That’s the thing about the Crow eyed women
With their lips bedecked in otherness
You might think for a moment they are infused with whimsy
But Morrigan made them with steel bones
We endure beyond the point of breaking..." - Joey Morris 'Crow Eyed Woman' It was Morrigan who whispered it, to crown yourself in Roses, deep in the middle of the night, when only the stars winked in their secret knowing, and I, halfway through the gate and certainly not
Here’s to the forgotten ones,
The lonely hearts,
Those who feel like they’re nobody’s first choice,
Who feel like outsiders all day long,
Misfits who can’t seem to relate,
The fragmented puzzle pieces,
The ones who silently observe wishing someone cared,
The not so popular anti conformists with loud opinions and bigger hearts,
The ones who stick out like sore thumbs,
The broken but thriving,
Those who aren’t ever given as much as they give,
The non in
Image - Natalina Drepina source I have spoken before of Shadow Masks and the damage they can do to spiritual seekers; "Slipping into a shadow mask is one of the simplest forms of self-deception. To know ourselves is to resonate from a place of personal power; to ignore and justify our seemingly less desirable qualities or reactions, blaming others for our own shadows, is to make ourselves lesser. This is highlighted where so ever there is personal disagreement; when one perso
image - Helen Warner There were two important and deeply personal spiritual mysteries that remained on the tip of my minds' eye this year.
One was heard, a whisper on the wind, "to crown yourself in roses," the other was felt, an internal chaos that wrecked havoc within and was only later understood; the phantom death.
Both were elusive, like the strands of red thread woven together by the Norns, sisters to the Goddesses of the Underworld.
It felt as though the Nordic God
Image - Jenna Denise There is something to discovering that the over arching theme of your birth chart is attached to the archetype of the Wounded Healer.
That and the lines that clearly mark you as wounded, broken, at a young age, and the slow alchemization of that pain and suffering into soul speak.
I have been mulling over and over the spiritually divined phrase, "This is your medicine to give to the world."
In my heart, I have long wondered if that deep twinge of sad