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10/27/2025

~ Lady Moon

10/23/2025

10/23/2025

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10/23/2025

Remember. Respect. Celebrate.

While we should take every opportunity to cultivate love, kindness, and compassion, Dia de Mu***os offers us an opportunity to celebrate not only the beautiful memories and lives of family and friends, but also to show generosity of heart by honoring those who died alone, without family or friends to remember them.

During these challenging times, let's also make the effort to remember fathers, mothers, children, and youth who died while crossing borders seeking a better life, some whose bodies may still lie undiscovered in deserts or mountains, also, for those who have been killed or died while in custody.

Your reverent prayers and candlelight will help guide them home to the Ancestors.

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October 27, for those who died alone without family to remember them. Also, animal companions. Light a white candle.

October 28, for those who died in an accident or other unexpected manner. Light a white candle.

October 29, for those who died by drowning. Light a white candle.

October 30, for those who died unidentified and without food. Light a white candle and place bread/food for them on the altar.

October 31 to November 1: Vigil and ofrenda dedicated to Infants, children, and those unable to be born. Candles, food, baby formula, a sippy cup with milk, or snacks appropriate to the age of the deceased.

November 2, Vigil for Adult dead. Customary offerings of candles, food, and beverages for adults.

November 3, Light one last candle, offer a prayer for their journey, thank them for their visit, say goodbye, and ask that they return next year. Mindfully, take down your altar. Food can be given to wildlife if suitable.

In honor of our most high and holy Ancestors and future generations of good ancestors.

🕯️Do not leave candles unattended.

10/21/2025

10/20/2025

“We are gatherers,
the ones who pick up sticks and stones
the old wasp’s nests fallen by the
door of the barn,
walnuts with holes that look like
eyes of owls,
bits of shells not whole but lovely
in their brokenness,
we are the ones who bring home
empty eggs of birds
and place them on a small glass shelf
to keep for what? How long?
It matters not. What matters
is the gathering,
the pockets filled with remnants
of a day evaporated, the traces of
certain memory, a lingering smell,
a smile that came with the shell.”

~ Nina Bagley
https://m.facebook.com/NinaBagleyDesign/

Art: Meraylah Allwood, “The Hag” from Forest of Enchantment Oracle.
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10/13/2025

10/12/2025

"Calling yourself a witch at this moment in history is a BIG deal. Our way of being as women has been persecuted for millennia. The word ‘witch’ has been vilified and slung around as an insult. So it’s no wonder that we, as women, hold back our power, hush our voices and stay small because we’ve been told that being powerful is unsafe.

Our work, the work of the witch, is to make it safe to be powerful again.

Being powerful in the face of thousands of years of patriarchal expectations and conditioning means going against so many of the things you’ve been taught, right?

And yet . . . the power to shape events, to change things up and make things happen flows naturally through you. Your biology is honed and optimized to wield that power and use it for good.

It’s your birthright as a woman.

This is witch work.

The thing is, so many of us have grown really good at playing the roles we’ve been offered up as women in the world...

The problem? I don’t know about you, but when I’ve played these roles (and I’ve played many of them in the past), I’ve always found myself feeling a combination of unfulfilled/hungry/displeased/restless.

And if you feel that restlessness too? That’s the unexpressed part of you.

Over time, that part of you starts to scream inside. The scream becomes deafening. All-consuming.

For some it shows up as pain and dis-ease in the body. For others it’ll be depression and/or anxiety.

You may use food/drink/shopping/drugs to numb it.

At first, you’ll probably push it down.

And in pushing down the scream, you’ll go one of two ways. You’ll either become despondent and submissive to life, or you’ll become aggressive and/or hardened – taking on predominantly masculine traits to survive . . .

I totally disconnected from my female body. I lived my life from the neck up, operating and making decisions decisions from my head. I lived life like a dude because that option seemed much easier than having to deal with being a woman who was never seen or heard . . .

Pushing down the scream is what we’re dealing with here . . . it’s a basic reality for so many women in the western world. Recognize it in your body.

Recognize it in your being, because it’s time to stop pushing it down. It’s time to start letting it all be seen and felt. FULLY.

This is witch work.

How do we dare to express our fullness?

We must bring it ALL.
Rage AND laughter.
Beauty AND strength.
Fierceness AND grace.
Vulnerability AND force.
Compassion AND passion."

~ Lisa Lister, "Witch: Unleashed. Untamed. Unapologetic."

Art: Aleah Chapin, “Splitting the Silence" on Instagram

10/10/2025

Adrienne Rich was an American poet, essayist, and feminist whose work reshaped modern literature and thought.

Born in Baltimore and educated at Radcliffe, she won the Yale Younger Poets Award at just 21, chosen by W. H. Auden for her debut A Change of World.

Her early formal verse gave way to bold, political work in the 1960s and ’70s. Her groundbreaking collection Diving into the Wreck (1973) won the National Book Award, which she famously accepted on behalf of “all women who have been silenced.”

Rich’s essays, including Of Woman Born, helped define second-wave feminism, while her later poetry fused the personal and political with unmatched moral clarity. She came out as a le***an in the 1970s and lived with writer Michelle Cliff.

Known for her integrity, Rich refused the National Medal of Arts in 1997, protesting inequality and the misuse of art for politics. Across more than two dozen books, she gave language to awakening — the shock of consciousness and the courage to live by it.