She Continues
My grandmother died back in 2004. I was poor, lived elsewhere in the state, wasn’t even in grad school yet. I also didn’t do the funeral at the time because the family drama between her sons and daughters was intense and stupid and infuriating. It’s her house that I’ve dreamt of often over the years, […] … Continue reading…Cemetery Day
I’ve often pondered here on the blog my relationship with my locale. I live in an older residential area, where many of the older homes were probably built in the post-war boom. I went to a high school built as part of the Works Progress Administration in the 1930s—it has a fallout shelter and is […] … Continue reading…The Thin
I think I finally reached a certain threshold with my dream work. Though I can lament how long it took me to get to this point, I also appreciate that I’m now recognizing both how consistent and how persistent my dream activities have been. I wonder how to move beyond where I’ve managed to go thus far and what I’ve managed to do. And, I can imagine, depending on where your dream practice may be, that you might begin to notice your own dreaming experience of the spirit side of your life and your locality—your own recurring locales and motifs. … Continue reading…Dream Land
It is hot and bright, and ordinarily I would wear my shades, but I let my eyes adjust to where I don’t need to squint anymore, and I enjoy the colors and sky and clouds, the trees still green at this point. I have a bottle full of ice and water, and as I walk, […] … Continue reading…Cardinals
I am sitting in the Lebanese restaurant that is my go-to when I think I can talk the roommates into going. It’s late afternoon, and the sun is just at a point where I have to lean in at the table to get out of its blinding. A window is open ahead of me, and […] … Continue reading…Translation Mysteries
In Timothy Knab’s A War of Witches, dreaming plays a central role, though I imagine it can seem peripheral and atmospheric for most westerners on a first read. A kind of memoir of Knab’s time as an anthropologist in rural Mexico, the book represents Knab’s seemingly incidental apprenticeship under two curanderos and the version of […] … Continue reading…Dreaming Cities
When I was younger, though I still do this, I would be riding in the car past trees and wooded areas, and I would see-imagine myself running dashing through the woods at breakneck speed, a daughter of the woods. And I would look out at the woods in the dark of the night, the wind […] … Continue reading…Details
I live in a comparatively major city in Texas. I grew up here, but I spent many years going to uni[*] at a less major city not that far away, at least from an American perspective. I moved back “home,” as it were, because my current gig is near where I grew up. It’s a […] … Continue reading…The Dreaming Forest
In the place I use for my ritual space, there’s a closet. For the longest time, I kept it shut unless I needed to get into the closet for something. I always felt off having it open and dark when I was trying to do something else. I always had the sense that something might […] … Continue reading…Exorcising Neo-Platonism 2: Modalities & Magical Images
I don’t get enough time outside—work and other business occupies time that I try to reclaim for myself again when I am able. And I’m hoping I’ll have a bit of time here in the autumn to do more outside. If nothing else, for me, sitting and reflecting while outside leads into a kind of […] … Continue reading…Nemetona & Self & Enchantment & Other