Spring Equinox Has Arrived

Blessed Ostara

Nature has awoken from the winter’s sleep

The perfect circle of nature’s cycle continues

This phase brings forth life and renewal

May this season bring blessings of peace

May you be surrounded by love

May you grow beyond measure

If the trees and flowers can start brand new

Then so can you

Let’s Go Girls

To the women making a house a home and only communicating with tiny humans

To the women running the board room and leading executive meetings

To the women who feel like they’re never enough

To the women who feel powerful af

To the moms, wives, sisters, cousins, aunts, grandmothers, friends, girlfriends, daughters, and every other a woman could have

To the women who don’t feel seen or heard

To the women who have to fight for their place

To the women who live viciously independent

To the women that need their tribe

To the women who have crawled through the glass to find a seat at the table

To the women who are truly girl’s girls and fix each other’s crowns

To the women cheering on the other women and crying with them too

To the women who’ve been shut down, ignored, abused, and used

To the women that have risen above it all despite not having it all

To the women who continue to fight for our rights (not just to party without being raped)

To the women of every race, ethnicity, background, and economic class

To the women who feel forced to continue to smile through it all

Cheers to you, you beautiful goddesses

This earth would never exist without your magic

Happy International Women’s Day

Manipulated Muliebrity

Here’s to the women

Who’ve had their feet held to the fire

By the men

That could never walk a mile in her shoes

Burn Her at the Stake

She’s a witch, she’s a bitch, she’s a devil woman

Her power is too much for the fragility of man

She’s too smart, she does math

(How dare she question the educated man)

She heals, she uses earth and nature to medicate

(How dare she undermine man’s modern medicine)

She does not need man, she must hate them all

(That’s fair, she probably does)

She has red hair, she’s a spawn of Satan

(Also fair, maybe we are)

We were always taught to fear the witch

But never the men burning them

And thus our problems began

Toxic masculinity of the late 1600s

Still holds a stigma on the witches of today

But don’t you realize it wasn’t an attack on the “witches”

It was an attack on the WOMEN

The strong-willed, self thinking, nonconforming women

They were a risk to the big, strong men trying to control society*

Trying to control the *women in society

Rape them, keep them pregnant, lock them at home

Abuse them, use them, and then tell you love them

“It’s for your own good. That tongue of yours is too sharp”

“I can not let you embarrass me in town with those thoughts”

“Who will raise my 20 children and keep me fed if you don’t stay in this home”

But how foolish were they…

A witch finds her magic in solitude

Leave her to fester in her own thoughts and anger

And she will rise above it all

Channeling all her energy and listening to nature

Nature becomes her church

Nature becomes her Goddess

While religions call it prayer

And spiritualist call it manifesting

Witches call it spells

But why do spells bring fear…

While the prayers get praised?

Nature’s First Green is Gold

The goal isn’t Gucci bags or expensive things. That’s child’s play.

The goal is peace, land to labor on, and love so genuine.

Travel the world, teach my son new ways.

More cultures, more cuisines, scenery like in the magazines.

I want to grow my plants and help heal other souls.

I want a greenhouse so large you need a map to navigate.

I’ll grow the most beautiful philodendrons, begonias and caladiums.

I’ll grow the most powerful cola de quirquincho, ruda and wolfsbane to share with my sisters.

I’ll grow the most potent strains and give them all their own special names.

Season all my foods with my own herbs and spices grown all with the labor of love.

Fresh fruits from the garden and vegetables so crisp, you can taste the passion in each bite.

I want to make my own pickles and jellies and jams.

Chickens with fresh eggs and a goat for cheeses and spreads.

My dog needs a dog, and that dog needs a dog.

Beehives everywhere to keep the environment alive and thriving. Fresh honey for every cup of tea.

Just call me Witch Doctor Old Mcdonald.

I want a dock by a huge lake where I can read and swim and dance under the stars.

And lastly, a huge hammock to lay. Look up at the moon intertwined with my lover, just a cozy place we love to stay.

I don’t want a fast-paced life, anymore.

Slowing down is the key to longevity.

Cancer Season: Big Wave Energy

Ya’ll messed up the ocean so bad that Neptune and Poseidon are holding hands.

Someone quickly put back the heart of Te Fiti before we all end up on dry land.

Amphitrite is fed up – *Alexa play It’s a Wrap by Mariah Carey*

Got Orcas orchestrating a perfect attack, drowning men, and then teaching their friends. Free Willy.

Billionaires visiting a sunken graveyard in a tin can, wasting millions to brag about looking at a screen. Was it worth it? #EatTheRich anyway, but damn.

Cruise ships being tipped and storms flooding in. But who gets in the lifeboat first? The woman and children or the rich, powerful men?

Ariel went back and reported to her daddy how bad humans truly are. Upset about her having darker skin.

Momma is mad, and she’s fighting back. I actually hope she wins.

Act on Temptation and Live in Sensation

Energy shifts, can’t tell if it’s the planets or the edibles.

I’m floating on my own cloud, in my own sky, too high.

Energy shifts, is it the moon? Is it the crippy? I feel incredible.

Connected to nature, the red hairs on my bud match perfectly with my own. The blue from the sky, you can see in my eyes too.

Surrounding myself with nothing but shades of red and greens. Waking up like Scott Calvin after a wild, vivid dream.

If presence is a present, then I’m missing your gift. Give into your wants, your needs, your desires.

If I had only one wish, I’d give you an innocent curse like Fletcher Reed. The pen is blue, liar, liar.

Energy shifts, powerful ones… I feel so connected with you. Just tell me, please tell me, whatever will we do?

New Moon in Gemini

The light is easy to love. I want to see your darkness.

Because is there anything more intimate or romantic than just being genuinely understood?

New moon. New cycle. New love.

Suffocation. No Breathing.

Hair longer than my patience.

Weed louder than my cries.

Prevail. Prevail. Prevail. As always.

I’m trying.  I’m hurting.  I’m scared.

A beautiful mess of chaos.

Only the strong survive.

Tomorrow the sun will rise and I’ll breathe differently.

But tonight, I’m cold and alone… and I don’t trust you.

I threw myself into that fire, threw myself into it, into him, and let myself burn.

I’m tired of being the Phoenix.

Jean Grey.

Entering My Villain Era

Run little girl.  Run little girl.  Run. 

I’m over it. I hate it here. 

My ovaries. My choice?

Not while the white man rules the land. 

Back to the kitchen. Keep quiet or you’re queer.

Don’t say “gay”. That’ll make them go away… (oh Kay 🙄)

6 weeks notice before your life changes, regardless of circumstances. (Thanks Uncle Jimbo…)

Fuck minorities.  Fuck women.  Fuck anything not cis or straight.

The white man writes the rules… we just fucking exist. 

8645 and let’s move on with our lives. I’ll choose 1017 or 1738.

Epstein and Weinstein… worse than Manson or Jones… less traffic on the 5.

They hate a plant because it heals. They’ll even make it racist to keep their deals. Marijuana with an H. Fuck outta here.

This industry was built on the backs of minorities, and you throw them in jail. Keep them “off the streets” and  your profits in sight.

Daddy’s money, generational wealth. I bet your mistress won’t go beyond 8 weeks.

You can’t play “God” and give the devil more ammo. The thought of putting my son in a classroom… dead.

The beauty still outweighs your ugly, but goddamn it…

JUST LET PEOPLE LIVE. Happily. Peacefully. As they are.

Run little girl.  Run little girl.  RUN.