raven circles overhead
welcoming me to
their home by the ocean
bringing all our relations
Tag: rewilding
the cairns

The Cairns card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck here, the heroes
stand guard the pale
while at fives
while at nines
and under the sevens
unmoved by illusion
waiting in stillness
for those
who might find
their way homeDisclosure: 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.
turning away

Photo by pedram ahmadi on Unsplash like wild horses
before the storm
here comes the
turning away
we have heard all
those plots before and
i am caring less
what your gods
have to say
i unbind knots
that blind stained eyes
and give over to both
the bone and the stone
crashing down
like a waterfall
when comes the
turning awayhold me

Photo by Amirhossein Kianbakht on Pexels.com i slumber the under
with gut pull drag
forgetting all names
i am tired, so will you
hold me tonight?
and when i
stop making sense
growing fungal
to the loam
bury me inside and
hold me tonight
deadwood and memories
howling to driven
let the rain come
falling and just
hold me tonightthe badb

The Badb card from the “Oracle of the Morrigan” card deck we old crow frenzy
leaving trails of scarlet
trailing off in fresh fallen snow
standing tall of stone north
we are not your sacrifice
we are not your country
we are flint & steel
battle cry & cauldron
we stand of october
swinging blackthorn
without an ounce of fearDisclosure: 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.
hazy daze

Photo by Harald Pliessnig on Unsplash hazy daze drifting through
a forest filled with mists
a shrouded day of
memory's ghosts & steel
careless wraithing
a bone wight shamble
given to the otherside
casting about for home
dewdrops on the pale
naked for the grey
a rumble within shadow
stalking unseencareless memory

Photo by Kaique Rocha on Pexels.com i stone eye see
wondering at
the fuss of things made
while even more words
make timberfall from
scythed crescent to
sunset canyon walls
no more false assurances
no more casting out lines
this tightrope is far too thin
but this tightrope is mine
step once a million rivers
passing over and by—
careless memory
carry me to nightCampfire Sessions — 16jul25

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.
(more…)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 fogDisclosure: 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

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









