Samhain 2018

Samhain 2018

The days get shorter and the nights extend. Extension towards darkness. I watch the moon grow orange and large as he rises above the lake in Nova Scotia. Venus, for the moment, is out of sight, as she changes her position from evening to morning star. She will reappear middle of November at the break of day. As she travels out of sight, she calls us to search deeper, to travel into the shadow zones, and to know more wholly the nature of our love and beauty.

After the End

After the End

We are under-cover angels. In the future. We are working after the apocalypse. We have been called to this kind of situation before, but this is the worst yet. We need to locate the soul bits – the long elastic light strands that got blown all around the place from the waves of explosion. We can see the soul bits with our glasses. We call them in with a special sound, a reverse whistle. We suck them in through our finger tips, and all the way up our arms, into our hearts. We collect them by whispering words.

Mabon – Autumn Equinox

Mabon – Autumn Equinox

Harvest – To reap, bring in, collect, receive.

As I land back in Nova Scotia night and day are again of equal length and in equilibrium – light and dark, masculine and feminine, inner and outer. We are at the cusp of transition, and from now the darkness will grow. It is an ideal moment to appreciate and integrate what has manifest over the last 6 months.

Lammas 2018

Lammas 2018

I often sit in Soho Square, in the long late afternoon, end of the work day. I watch people sunning themselves, drinking, talking, smoking, laughing. The pungent smells of Soho, a hysteric tempo moving under the surface. It is somehow also, soothing. 

I do not take this heat for granted, this seemingly endless sun blasting. Some people start to complain of the heat wave, after the earlier praise of the season when it was the best summer since 1976. I don’t complain. I surrender and thank the gods every morning, every day. I love this heat.

Summer Solstice

Summer Solstice

In London on Thursday 21st of June, the sun will rise at 4:43 a.m. and it will set at 21:22. Summer Solstice, threshold to the sweet season. It is a time to stretch and expand. It is a time to air out the dark bits and turn them around. It is time to raise the arms and laugh and yell out to the gods and stomp with joy, even on the hard days.

Moon River

Moon River

I have been working with the inspiration of the Dulas River, Afon Dulas(Welsh) near Machynlleth Wales. In Welsh the name means Blue-Black.

I am feeling into moon cycles and the changes that are happening deep inside my body. Sometimes subtle and lyrical, sometimes rushing fierce and overpowering. I have been listening to this river, touching it, diving into it, moving alongside it …

Beltane

Beltane

After the birth of the new sun, mother winter transforms into the goddess of youth, of springtime, and by May the first, the new son turns into her lover. The earth welcomes the sky into her and the physical world is seeded for the next season. What new seed do we welcome in? What new universe of vision are we weaving? And how is the ground, is it ready? Will it embrace the new panorama of moving changing sky?


I am dreaming of a space that can contain paradox. Some things can only be understood through feeling sensation. So what does it feel like to open space for possibility, for the something beyond what you have so far imagined? What if imagination is just the beginning, the threshold that leads, the doorway that births, the vehicle that carries us to open our vision on new landscape …

Ostara – Spring Equinox

Ostara – Spring Equinox

Ostara, the Germanic Goddess, heralds the beginning of spring. She is the maiden, full of potential, representing the opportunity of growth and rebirth after the hermetic months of winter sleep. East, dawn, and the morning light evidence the returning warmth of the sun's rays and the lengthening days, as we reach towards new horizons. In her strength ...

Imbolc 2018

Imbolc 2018

The first growth of the new light.
The days are stretching out, slowly, chicken step by chicken step, as they say in Czech.

10 years ago I woke up every day before the sun rose between Feb 1 and 21, a 21-day durational performance to honor Imbolc. I took the bus to various sites in the city, as the first rush of the morning swelled out in London Town. I moved with slow circular gestures in my multi-layered garb, counter tempo to the linear speeding of so many people into the work day.

I believe in marking seasonal shifts, no matter how busy we are. There is merit in taking an occasional pause to re-align ourselves with where we are in our lives, and in relationship with the seasons.
And so here begins a new cycle, again.