I have never actually been taught that yoga could have been (probably was according to this article) just as much a female pursuit as it was a male one. To the contrary, we are taught that yoga asana were invented for the male body, which can be problematic for women. Super fascinating! And worth more … Continue reading The Reclamation of the Yogini
I heart this beautiful doll that I found on WordPress today!
As I approached the lake, I saw a middle-aged man about late 50's. He motioned me to the water...
May 28, 2015
I love this so much. Narnia has been my happy-place since I was little. And now I unapologetically smother my child with it 🙂 I have to say though, I never read The Last Battle. And now I don’t l think I ever will.
By Jonathan Woolley
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I – Radical Voices from the Lantern Waste – Opinions That Won’t Be Chronicled by Prof. Lewis.
“Narnia is a realm dominated by one voice – the roaring caterwauling of Aslan of the East. He has cried out many times in our history, drowning out all other truths. Sometimes in love, sometimes in anger. Sometimes with great cause. But only ever when it has suited him.”
“There is a deep magic, unknown to most. There is a deeper magic, unknown even to the wise. Then there is the deepest magic – known to everyone.”
“Aslan, or the White Witch? The messianic agent of some foreign emperor, or some despot from a dead world? Are those our only choices?!”
“Susan was the best of them, really. The High King was never here; more interested in fighting foreign wars and chasing valour than government. Edmund was…
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I was in a huge house or castle. We looked at some pumpkin dolls on a table that had weird little pumpkin faces. Then, I realised I was dreaming.
Wildly popular words by modern bard, Tom Hirons. I can't get enough of this poem. Recently he has published it in book format. You can get it here Hedgespoken Press Sometimes A Wild God Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and … Continue reading Sometimes a Wild God
Do you remember, brother those days in the wood when you ran with the deer — falling bloody on my doorstep at dusk stepping from the skin grateful to be a man? and do you know, brother just how I longed to wrap myself in the golden hide smelling of musk blackberries and rain? tell … Continue reading Brother and Sister
This morning I did another meditation to speak to the spirit of my disease. I had interesting results with this work the last time I did it. Read that here. This is what came up this time: This time when I went into my turret staircase to decent into a deeper meditative space, I found … Continue reading Macro to Micro: We Are of the Earth
This post is a landing page for the practices and concepts that I am being taught in the 9 Pillars tradition (Norse Shamanism) - overlain with my existing daily and weekly practices from the Incan Medicine Wheel and the new practices I'm learning from a teacher in British native shamanism - she's an 'Awenydd' - a … Continue reading 9 Pillars and Awenydd Practices
This is a school assignment - my first final. The journey is to Midgard, to ask for a 'galdrar' or magical song, and our medicine pouch (pungr) - what it looks like and what should go in it. Also we are to locate our first tools - a staff, precious stones, tin buttons and a … Continue reading Journey to Find a Power Song and Pouch