This Halloween or Sawhain season corresponds with Venus-Inanna’s rebirth into the sky as Morning Star. Here, I weave together my four favorite sources for an imaginal retelling of the myth of Inanna and Ereshkigal, Her Descent and Rising. Join me at the hearth for story time. :)

I did not choose to exit the womb and body of my childhood faith any more than I chose being birthed into separation from my mother’s womb and body.

Learning about the cycles of Venus gave me new ways of understanding some shadow at the heart of my religious upbringing; empathy for the wounds we may be carrying, and an image to invite trust.

At this time of Equinox, as we pivot towards the darkness of winter’s womb, maybe there’s something to Robert Frost’s invitation to “choose something like a star.”

Is there a part of us that is capable of experiencing ourselves as whole? Complete-in-ourselves?

Yes. And in the astrology-speak, we call that part of ourselves “Virgo.”

In this post, we explore the wisdom of Clarissa Pinkola Estes and her retelling of The Red Shoes as a cautionary tale as relevant as ever about how we might lose—and how we might rebuild—our connection to our innate sense of wholeness.

Maybe, this Virgo New Moon, we can pause to treasure, celebrate, or begin to stitch again our very own ordinary, red cloth shoes.

There’s something I wish everybody knew about the Blues.

This “something” didn’t just change the way I experience music.

It transformed how I experience life.

More than any other myth right now, it seems that one is holding me—and many of us—in its sway….. This post explores the nature and imagery of defenses, of letting go, of ways forward, and of finding a touch more space to be.

Holly and I visited France for the first time this year, and loved our wanderings to the Sacred Grotto of Mary Magdalene.

But some peculiar patterns popped up that mirrored something of soul.

And we couldn’t help but love the warning sign in French, “Beware of falling Peters…..”

What if the ego — our sense of “I” or “me” — isn’t something to be transcended, lost, or overcome? What if it is a part of you, like an organ in your psyche? What if, instead of being an obstacle, it can partner with life, and remember its roots in her rich dark soil?

What if ego is a gardener?

What if the way we see the symbols in astrology is occupied by unseen forces, forces colluding with a sense of life as power-over? And what happens to the archetypal energies in our lives when we relate with them from another place? When we see through the lenses given us by the pseudo-masculine?

What do these ancient structures have in common with Your Very Own birth chart? Clues to the inevitability of rebirth within await….

Centuries ago, soul was torn from the fabric of Western Culture. Here are some images to help find your way back….

Seeing lunar depths beyond the pale of reflected light….

A playful intro to Planets, Signs, Aspects, and Houses….

How would it be to trust our roots’ yearning to be planted again in the womb of rich, black earth….

Whether the Yin and Yang of Taoist tradition, Shiva and Shakti in Tantric traditions, or Masculine and Feminine in Greco-Roman traditions, humans have so often imagined the forces of life through the lens of duality….

Dreams by the light of the silvery moon…

We exist in the mind of matter. You exist in the mind body.

To know you exist in the mind of the other….