Bumbling Mystic
The moon looks pregnant, her belly bulging out to here. She lifts herself up into the night sky, with a third trimester groan. She reject the Sun’s rhythm, and its burning ambitions. She casts her spells all night long, sprinkling the residue of magic across the...
Bumbling Mystic
I have always had “a foot in both worlds,” the physical one and the Unseen, the latter feeling more like home to me than this one. I have long stopped trying to get people to understand that aspect of myself. I use the term mystic, as sort of a shorthand for a deep...
Bumbling Mystic
In ancient times, people would travel hundreds of miles to visit a temple, mostly built in the wilderness. To reach this remote temple one had to pass through a consecrated buffer zone, such as a wide meadow or sacred grove. The consecrated area was called a fanum. ...
Bumbling Mystic
The world shrieks and clamors for out attention. Sometimes it’s hard to know what’s going on with us. I want to share something I do that helps center me, especially effective if I’m feeling anxious, agitated, bored, restless or depressed. It’s...
Bumbling Mystic
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