Tag: rewilding

  • Campfire Sessions — 16jul25

    Campfire
    Photo by Ville Palmu on Unsplash

    You’re learning, says Raven. A bit soft in the head, but at least you’re progressing.

    I put another piece of kindling in the flames, keeping the fire. It’s fire season in the forest. While there is no big risk of flames causing mass destruction here, of all places, I try to be mindful of the possibility and restrain the firebug inside. It seems like that critter has vacated anyway, which is just fine by me. My inner firebug got me into as much trouble as fun over the years and I’m tired of manufactured crises.

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  • forest of spirits

    Forest of Spirits card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck
    even dead things have their wild—
    campfires hold no sway over their
    bone whispers shrouded in mists

    should you shadowwalk with me
    we will slender through feral spaces
    to find our the names and faces
    we wore before we were born,
    or we may lose our myriad selves
    in the fog

    Disclosure: My use of those tools most often associated with divination are largely as randomized writing prompts, often with the intent of personal alchemy. They are not intended to be representative of traditional divinatory practice. My personal interpretations (and methods) will likely not agree with those found in popular culture.

  • all we need know

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    she is twin crests
    her rivers run free
    that is all we
    need know

    she is the green
    her cleft draws in
    into the womb
    under cairn

    stone is all that matters
    all words just
    nattering on like
    whispers on wind

    she is wellspring
    that is all
    we need know

  • gone to heath

    Photo by Ovidiu Cozma on Unsplash
    my head has gone to heath
    mottled stone of lichen
    passing steel or passing sun

    under rain and dampening
    cold the wind whistles wending
    through the heath stones
    that make of my head

    slender spaces shimmer quiet
    thin be'twixt and 'tween
    here upon my hillock of dream

  • tossing a rune — 10jul25

    ansuz
    campfire pops & crackles
    set the song's rhythm
    spirits remain mute
    surrendering space
    to night's denizens
    so they may sing, too

    Another rune poem of mine, where the rune is selected at random.

    Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.

  • long, cool rain

    Photo by Cornelia Munteanu on Unsplash
    i wonder at the
    absence of flames
    my world has been
    on fire almost
    every day and now…
    …now?

    there is a long,
    cool rain falling
    quenching the heat
    and i cannot
    identify the cause,
    nor why of it all

    ever so slight of nervous
    seeking a torch
    to now light my way

  • These birch

    a rocky river between trees on mountain
    Photo by John Stirzaker on Pexels.com

    These birch at the riverbank, boulder-fractured of growth resting bottom of the mountain scree — they are me. Standing defiant, I insist on being though stone pushes and gravities are drawn, I drink strength of river.

    Granite sings, should you open your eyes to listen. I can tune my growth to their song. I am woman, that pale goddess. And I insist you try.

    Gathering of breath from wind, from rain, my arms have set to wave. For I bend, not break under the song of the heart. You would too, if only you could see.

  • ley

    standing stones
    Photo by Suzanne Rushton on Unsplash
    the ley lie
    betwixt
    you and i
    no matter
    the where
    we stand in
    ever-the-night

    i close my
    coin eyes
    to run to you
    my essence
    my ley
    my night

  • what love is

    Photo by Mark Timberlake on Unsplash
    love is rainfall
    autumn & leaf
    flint striking
    steel skies grey
    that is what love is

    love is loam in
    perfume & moss
    drinking in the
    shadowplayed sunlight
    that is what love is

    love is graveled
    voice & black feathers
    granting passage high
    in the cedar trees
    that is what love is

    a name like winter
    on a moonless night
    a kiss of frost in passing
    that is what love is

  • here, we rain

    two colour eyes true
    after summer and ash
    held hands in floodlands
    and twin river above

    there, redwing lingers
    dancing cattails
    and dragonflies
    smelling of wet leaves
    before the frost

    here, we rain