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Candlemas Blessings

Right under the wire let me whisper to you of Candlemas. Poised halfway between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox, this day is presided over by St Brigid, the Celtic goddess of fire and deep wells. Known for her resourcefulness and beautiful tenacity, she excels at creating something from nothing. I call her in to harvest creative projects and am feeling her strongly as I finish my book’s first draft.

Here in Februa, while the soil is still frozen and the trees still bare, we have the time and space to sow our own visions; this holiday is also the secular Groundhog Day because it stirs us out of hibernation. So put on Kate Bush’s The Dreaming. Light a white candle. Crack a window and breathe that clean cold air. And bless sweet Saint Brigid. She’s here to walk you into spring.

Dance Your Ass Off

People often show up in my office expecting to hear about dead ancestors and past lives. That happens sometimes, but more often I’m downloaded with practical magic on their behalf–the simple stuff they can do to help them glide onto their best paths. I receive advice in areas of work, love, cash, spiritual practices, and even health and fitness. And sometimes I benefit from the advice I’m given for others. Goddess knows that was the case when I was driven to tell a client to chuck her more earnest forms of exercise for “dance classes where you can have some fun.” My work is all about shedding the bullshit by the most joyous means possible, so sweating while giggling is a perfectly acceptable route. At left, observe my goofy Zumba self.

Pardon the Mess, I Live Here

I have known K since our late 20s–actually I turned 30 a few days after meeting him*–but we only became solid friends in our 40s. First he had a crush on me and I found him esoteric. Then I had a crush on him and he found me extra. Only now that we’ve outgrown feeling slighted by people who don’t desire us have we become good friends.

It’s the best.

Because we are neighbors, we often meet up for coffee, go on rambling walks, help each other out. We have seen each other through some very hard times–illnesses, deaths, breakups, poverty. Neither of us are out of the woods in that final category, and we talk about how being broke is different when you get older. Aging is a constant undercurrent of our conversations.

Perhaps I should say overcurrent because the topic looms. Continue Reading →

"All, everything I understand, I understand only because I love."
― Leo Tolstoy