Enodia of the Keys

I wrote this before our Sacred Space trip, but in my distracted brain I forgot to post it. The sentiment still stands - take your leaps and take your chances. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Husband and I have been going through a period of metamorphosis. We're moving homes to a place (still in NYC) that is better suited for us and the process has been... evocative. It isn't our planned final domicile, but it is home for the next few years while we both tie up some loose ends.  With this switch, we've been afforded quite a bit of opportunity. And sometimes - that's intimidating. I've noticed that we sometimes have this loop in our minds - "oh, I can't do X because I don't have (insert lack here - time/money/space)." And we tell ourselves these "excuses" to give ourselves a "reason" not to make changes for the better.  This shift in home is the start of many opportunities for ...

My fiance and I recently went public with our engagement (May 1). And we could NOT be more thankful and grateful for the love and support that people are showing us. And that had me thinking about - "How did I get here?" In the last 8 years, I've moved in the winter (twice) after being kicked out of long-term cohabitation situations. I've recovered (mostly) from the effects of two car horrific accidents that caused permanent damage, serious abdominal surgery, and the mental toil/toll of getting out of two long-term emotionally/mentally abusive relationships. I also managed to get my Masters degree while working full time (sometimes two and three jobs) and completed a 4 year structured Votary program in my Witchcraft/Pagan tradition that included uncomfortable self-examination, rigorous academic study, community service, and a lot of hard work... among other things. I have a friend who is going through an unimaginably tough time right now and they asked me, ...

I debated posting this as the current revolutionary actions, aren't about me. As a white woman, right now, my job is to speak up when it would be helpful to BIPOC, but for the most part - listen and shut up.  But if someone can use this and it would be helpful - take it, use it, and be well. Hekate, Propylaia - During this time of Decision We stand before Your Gate. The choice is ours. It must be made for each individual. Hekate, Propolos - The Guide who goes before, Lead us as Dadaphoros into the Light of True Equality Hekate, Rixipyle - Breaker of the Gate - Tear Down the Man Made Barriers that continue to keep BlPOC people subjugated and unable to simply live their lives to their fullest potential. Hekate, Phosphorus - Bring your Light to the Darkness of Police Brutality and Institutional Racism. Let no one hide from the luminous blaze of Your Torches. Kleidoukhos - Keeper of the Keys Unlock our knowledge to do better within ourselves. Reveal o...

My life is a complete 180° from where it was a year ago. A year ago, my long-term live in relationship imploded/exploded and resulted in police action and me having to move within a month. Which I believe I’ve touched on before. What I didn’t touch on is how Important and essential Community is when you are struggling. This last year has been a year of complete and total change for me. From the inside out. When January began, I had a New Years that I don’t quite remember, but nonetheless ended up being incredibly eye-opening into seeing how far my then-current patterns and behaviours had taken me from my intended path. As an unexpected benefit of my “domestic violence” call to the police, (that’s still a strange phrase to be associated with), I was privileged enough to be able to have access to weekly therapy. Which I have gone to consistently. Without therapy I would not have been able to begin the process of unraveling and unpeeling a lot of the damage done in my last relati...

Early August I'm sitting at the train station waiting on the train that will take me to Connecticut. My Initiation into the Priestesshood will be held there. At first, I felt like it was a given that my partner (not the person I began this journey with - for good reason) would be there. But the last 12 hours have called that into question. He kissed me goodbye and he sent me off with some wisdom: "be strong, and rise."  I'm alone. With myself. And my books. But not my real books. My Kindle type books. And I am anxious. I wasn't feeling very anxious the last few days, but now - very much so. I'm now in Connecticut. A former covenmate/good friend met me at the station and I'm settling into my hotel room. It's on the first floor and there is a door that opens up to the outside. So I've got the glass open and the screen closed. Gorgeous breeze. I'm a bit calmer but still anxious. I don't do well with time to myself. I had to take a Benedry...