hmmmm....

i've always wanted to be a blogger...okay not always...i don't mind taking risks, but blogging is a risk for someone as private as me. my handwritten journals are kept hidden, waiting for the day when i begin my next journey and those left behind can read them without embarrassment. and how many days will i actually blog, who knows. it just seems that after a half century of being in this lifetime i should have a thing or two to say that will aid someone, anger someone, annoy someone, amuse someone, ...i can't be bothered with caps and proper punctuation...not even in longhand,,,,too many rules and boxes...there are enough boxes built around my life by others that perhaps that is but my small rebellion at convention. i have the box of mother, friend, significant other, teacher, writer, and who knows what else people have imagined me to be.

i love spring,,,renewal, rebirth, reinventing,,,resurgence of creativity...realigning myself with the Powers. hence my spring altar is always one of my favorites. yule is very spiritual for me also. when i was deep into conventional christian systems i was aware on some level that the rituals we performed daily, weekly, annually, were much much older than the c.e. it took the death of two marriages in which i had lived by 'their' rules to empower me to seek out other Power, other Spirits. less demanding, perhaps more capricious, gentler, grander, ... an eclectic collection of all that is unseen, often unnoticed, yet ever powerful and moving among us. and to Them i offer thanks for who i am today, what drives me, what releases me to the place of rest.

willow's wanderings is not so much a recounting of physical journeys, though i am sure there will be some to write about, as it is an accounting of the Wheel's Turning, a journey from Mother to Crone, oh i prefer Wise Woman, but let posterity be the better judge of that statement.

this is a time of new beginnings, new adventures, new passions.

blessed be.