Dear Sister, I write to you in the liminal time before dawn. I so love the liminal spaces-before dawn, at dusk before sunset, when the veils between the worlds are thin and magic is all around. This is especially true today, Hallowmas, a portal to remembering, honoring, and celebrating those who have come before us, those who can be more easily accessed in this mystical, timeless realm. Happy Blue Moon Samhain, an event that hasn’t occurred since 1944. It is also in October,
Blessings of this new year to you! I hope you have been able to claim some solitude and space for yourself in January and that it has been rich and deep. Contrary to our consumer-culture beliefs, the time between Winter Solstice on December 21st and Candlemas on February 2nd is not one for rushing around buying things, and then making hasty resolutions, but for dreaming and listening to our intuition. It is a time to be tender to ourselves and to tend the sacred flame of our
" Grandmother, where do I begin? What thread begins the yarn? What story begins the weave?" "Begin at the center, begin at the center, in your own dark center, begin." Gwendolyn Endicott At this opening in time near Hallowmas, when the veils between the living and the dead are thinnest, I hold both joy and sorrow. The joy - celebrating the 24th birthday of the Center at the Women's Circle November 1st. What began as a dream was real-ized as the first woman walked through the
