I remember when I was working at a genetics lab at Harvard I had to walk home down a busy Boston street every evening after work. There was a man always on the street corner near the lab, where I couldn’t avoid. ‘Nice tits’. He’d say. Day after day. Without…

There is a faraway valley with many stone cairns. They are tombs, and wombs. They are both. They are earthen paradoxes, incarnate. Birth, death, rebirth, all under one stone umbrella, a mystical metaphor. The Valley is so sacred each breath feels intoxicating, entering deeply into my cells, penetrating me in…

When I first began my journey into the shamanic realms of the Celtic otherworld, I saw myself on a green hill, being burned alive at the stake for being a pagan priestess. A shaman woman. The last image I saw before the flames overtook me was a Churchman, smiling with…

Everyday, I create a ritual to connect to the elementals and Nature spirits for guidance. The other day, I met a lovely fairy. Her wings were irridescent, like blue snowflakes. …

From an earthen temple in Ireland, I look out over the hills as if sailing through an undulating green ocean. Through the fog, I see traces of magic from a long gone past. The wanderess within says be silent, be still; simply be. Trust yourself.