Wander

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Do you hear that?

Your soul is calling you

She is asking you to run like a wolf

Walk barefoot in the woods

Contemplate the way the sunlight
filters through the trees

Watch some birds

Gather some moss

Make a soft comfy spot

Sit

Stay awhile

She misses you

Autumn Equinox

It is the summer's great last heat, It is the fall's first chill: They meet.

 –Sarah Morgan Bryan Piatt

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you can smell it

the beauty of decay

the musty sweet scent of autumn

as your feet tread gently across the forest floor,

crinkle, crunch, crack

the leaves break down as you step on them

releasing more of that beautiful scent

it is the smell of death

it is the smell of life

it is the smell of rebirth

the forest sheds the old to make way for the new

the birds, bugs, trees, and grass are getting ready for the big sleep

and mother nature is shaking out her hair to make a blanket 

coating the forest floor in a sweet smelling blanket

death is just the begining

do not be affraid

with it comes life 

Autumn Equinox is also known as Mabon, a time to honor the Goddess as she moves from the ripe full mother (summer) to the wise old crone (fall). It is a time to reflect on the bounty of summer and be thankful for all we have received.  It is also a time to prepare for the coming winter. Now is a great time to preserve produce for the fall, be it canning, freezing or dehydrating. I recently have gotten into this and am enjoying providing for my family! I am not much of a cook, that title goes to my husband, but I do make some wonderful preserves and even some kick ass kale chips! 

What do you do to honor the change in the season? Do you like fall? Or are you still trying to hang on to summer?

My Womanifesto

I am a warrior woman
I wear my battle scars on my body
With pride

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My battle scars are the stretch marks
from creating life
My war paint is the bags under my eyes from comforting my child by the light of the moon
My battle cry is the howling of a she wolf
Who calls her children back to her through the tangle of the trees

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My spirit is left wanting
By the 'girl' culture of our current society
My soul is left hungry
For a WOMAN culture where we can be ourselves

A place where I can raise my daughter without fear
Fear for what she is going to inherit from us
Or the lack there of

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It took me 32 years to feel comfortable to write this
To think this
To LIVE this

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32 years of trying to be the woman other people expected me to be
32 years of shoving my soul into a corner,
Telling it to be quiet
Then I became a mother
And I came into my true power
I heard my soul calling me for the first time

Now is the time to let my soul free
to listen to my guts
My womanly instincts

I want to live the true life I was meant to live
As a warrior woman
For my daughter
For myself
For all women