Friday, November 4, 2016

Double Acrostic Prayer for Success

I wrote this to include in a Hermes exchange that we did in the Bacchic Underground a little while back, thought I would post it here since today is the Hermaia festival in the Starry Bull tradition.  Hail Hermes!

Hermes, luck-bringer, kindly blesS
Enchant, shift and coalescE
Reality bend my will to forM
Mercurial messenger, open the dooR
Even the odds with twinkling eyE
Sweet son of Maia and Zeus on higH

Thursday, October 27, 2016


I, Semele, made love to lightning,
I am the cup,
the vessel divine.
I know what mysteries are.
I have been made pure by their brilliance,
hallowed and hollowed,
aglow and growing,
the rod that grounds, the earth that accepts the seed of heaven.
He roils in my womb like a cosmic unfolding, the roaring
one, who will be savior,
shifter and shaker
He shows it to me in dreams
whispers tales to me.
Sweet child.  A mother should be the storyteller,
But this is no ordinary son.
And I, always impetuous, foolish princess,
I swallowed more sacred than I should
have, I could have
said no, but I did not
want to, I wanted it
all - god and glory.

They say my lover destroyed me, that I pleaded for proof.
but that is not my story.

Mortals born of mortals,
sometimes a hero or two.
But this bull child can be more,
In my bones, I know.
Simple enough - a sacrifice,
a mortal life for an immortal one, so it goes...

Death comes for all,
Yet I asked for this.
“Don’t hold back this time, it’s time
to burn. Tell him I chose this.
I am his first initiate.”

Play the drum
  play it for his fearless heart
     and I will go down dancing,
my frenzied ashes alight upon the wind
               to the sky I have loved
                   and the storm I’ve born.

Sunday, January 24, 2016

On the Lenaia...

a girl cries in a Vineyard.
she remembers, truly remembers, why she's here.
she looks with love at the bee that lands on her hand,
which in turn clutches a glass of wine...
wine from the very earth she stands on
and from the very skeletal vines she sees,
(so selfless, so purposeful, so sublimely crucified),
wine that lingers like memory and hope on her tongue,
invigorated by the sun that still, so miraculously, burns in the sky,
and she is not afraid.
she says,
"You may sting me if you wish. I promise to love you anyway."
but it has no barbs--just a natural curiosity
for the spirit of fermented grape and the leaves of rosemary she has crushed between her fingers.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Daemon speaks to the Eidolon

There is this idea out there, foreign to me, that true love will never break your heart.

But I would have you know -- true love will break your heart many times, and every time.

How could it not be so?

Do you think you could step fully into the glory of it, and not be utterly transformed? And in the transforming and tempering, not be torn apart, if only to be remade into a better vessel? Love is an act of courage. Yet you must become unarmed - strip away the armor that you might have gotten so used to that you thought it was your skin. It will hurt. It will be messy. And it will be ongoing.

The secret is, if you would be open to this sort of Love, then you must also love the breaking.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

She pauses for an immeasurable moment, then as if returning from a deep abyss, she speaks...

"You don't understand yet, but maybe someday you will. That this life...all of this... is just a story. A story that is sometimes a myth. And in those rare moments that you step off the normal narratives into the mythic one, it is no longer about you, me, or him. It is about Them. In the sublime light of divinity cast across the web of time, when we can see this pattern unobscured by our own fears and limitations, all questions dissolve. You see that the whole universe dances on the turn of a 'yes', and always has. A yes that you've been saying all along even while you fought tooth, nail and heart against reflections. Thinking you were alone. Doubting the meaning behind it all.

"Yes... Dionysos loves Ariadne.

"Do you doubt this?"

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Help the Bakcheion

I am getting more and more excited about Many Gods West!  Can it be true, that in just a few short weeks, I actually get to MEET these people?  Those who have inspired me and those I have been privileged to conspire with?  It's hard to put into words how much this means to me.  It feels like it will be a culmination of all the trials and work of the last 2 years. And perhaps the beginning of a whole new phase.  All I know is that two years ago today I didn't even think I'd still be here.  But I am.  Life is crazy, my friends.

The community effort towards putting on an epic Dionysian ritual at the conference are still underway, but there's just 20 days left.  You can help!  Donate if you can, or if you can't donate money, then please spread the word!  We're still under 25% of the funds needed.  Funds go to the cost of getting the organizing members there and for ritual supplies and offerings.  There's some pretty nice perks as well.  (The one I'm contributing is a special blend of anointing oil.)  The fundraising page is here.

We've been ambitious in our vision.  But I have faith.  This needs to happen.  And it will be deep and cathartic and reverberating for many.

Thank you for anything you can do.  Really, truly, thank you.  

Friday, June 5, 2015

As I write, thunder shakes my house

Do the gods know our thoughts?
If not, they must know our hearts.

When on the verge of tears--
I must be doing something right
For beauty overwhelms,
I chase it like receding, teasing waves
     like the tide,
Yet it catches me by surprise.

Once you see your past for its perfection,
You may wrap all faith around your future.

But beware of daydreams--
     The gods live in those too.
          And yes, they will remind you.
               Oh yes, they will remind you.