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This comes from a sister Queen, Jo Coffe. It was really a lift to read your piece about the Dark Time. I have been feeling out of sorts, but it helps just to realize that other people are in the […]

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The week leading up to the Winter Solstice is the darkest of the year. True, the week following the solstice is just as dark, but the energy is different. After the solstice, the dark gets a tiny bit lighter each […]

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Simple as it may seem, when the lights go out, we simply lose our bearings. The density of the dark makes it impossible for us to fix our positions anymore. We find ourselves alone in the universe, untethered and unprepared. […]

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Surely the essential quality of winter is its absence of light. And that, so much more than the attendant cold weather, is what so many people dread about it. The long, dark, isolating chill of winter understandably renders many of […]

For Mama Donna Henes, Urban Shaman By Karen Ethelsdattir   Where has all the darkness gone? What Maestro Dylan Thomas called “the close & holy dark?” The midnight hour & the hours before & after? Where can we go to […]

This comes from a sister Queen, Jo Coffey. It is in response to an article that I wrote for this column. It was really a lift to read your piece about the Dark Time. I have been feeling out of […]

by Judyth Hill the first of 8: A Miracle…Let there…beeeeeeeeeee……Love! And there is! Fire is our human gift: the Holy makes Light, and a World …and our job: Making Love shine back! First candle says, We Love. Second, side by […]

The Autumn Queen, who is past Her reproductive years, has never been differentiated in legend from the old Winter Crone, although they are clearly not the same. The Queen, though not yet old, is quite aware that the passing of […]

I have grown to love winter. It is a time of being home and laying low. A time of making soup and catching up on my ironing. A time of long, indulgent hot baths and slow starting mornings in bed […]

I have grown to love winter. It is a time of being home and laying low. A time of making soup and catching up on my ironing. A time of long, indulgent hot baths and slow starting mornings in bed […]

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