This is what my Wheel of the Year looks like (my Sacred Year actually has more holy days than 8): Midwinter - Feb 1st - https://substack.com/home/post/p-155668258 Spring Equinox / First Day of Spring - March 20-23 - https://substack.com/home/post/p-158712101 Midspring - May 1st - https://substack.com/home/post/p-162285589 Summer Solstice / First Day of Summer - June 20-23 - Midsummer - August 1st Fall Equinox / First Day of Fall- September 20-23 Midfall - November 1st Winter Solstice / First Day of Winter - Dec 20-23 Good June, yall. The Wheel is slowing turning to the First Day of Summer, aka the Summer Solstice. In other places, this High Day is known by many names such as Midsummer, Midsommar, and Litha. 2024 - Sunna’s Summer Solstice Healing Throw. If you’ve learned anything about me, in my neck of the woods, Solstices and Equinox’s are always the beginnings of a season, so I don’t like to use Mids for the quarters—because it’s not the middle of the season. I save the ...

This morning I got up to see a subscriber email from Druid and author John Beckett. In his newsletter he talked about Seo Helrune’s post about Tweens And The Unseen Not Your Typical Tween Drama —about spirits and your kids. It definitely resonated. Psychic abilities run in both sides of my family, but are stronger on my mom’s side. I’ve always been able to see and hear entities. When I was little, my “imaginary friends” were spirits who often took animal forms, as well as Ancestors. My first goddess was Sister Moon, but my first encounter with a goddess appearing to me was the Greek Hestia when I was really little, somewhere between 8-10. I used to read children’s art books (I think Disney had a series in the 80’s and early 90’s, maybe older, but I remember Mickey Mouse) and read children’s mythology books—reading about Pagans and their Gods and wishing that they were real or still around. Hestia came to me and said that they were. Eventually, I’d get my first Wiccan book when I was ar...

Posted to my Substack ,  " Last night, I tried sending energies to the LA protestors (which is how I help when I’m not able to be there—I’m a völva and so I cast), but the Gods stopped me, saying it’s being handled and that I need to focus on my family and local area. Today I woke up from a dream where I was getting my entire body painted and I had to hold really really still. I tried, but my body was cramping and exhausted. I was trying so hard, and the artists were understandably frustrated. After a break, I was able to relax and focus—meditate. Finally I was able to sit up so they could work on my face and my front. Next break, I was able to take a peek and see that they were turning me into a beautiful black Medusa and peacock phoenix hybrid, covered in storyboard “tattoos” that I couldn’t see. Excited for the final, I closed my eyes, and patiently waited for the artists to finish. I woke up before, but I feel that last night and the dream have something to do with each ...