Autumn 2025

The Journey of the Wheel turns within, asking us to embrace our shadow and our light…

…and the Goddess whispers upon the Autumn Winds…

“Balance”.

Seasons by Kajva A

A hummingbird flits

The smell of Narcissus

Spring is at Hand.

Chink of the glassware

As we sit on our porch

A breeze off the Lost Sea

The Memory of Summer.

Favonius blows

Leaves metamorphose

Feasting with family

Demeter’s remorse

As Autumn, too, dies.

Chaos reigns

Seth its guard dog

Aquinas ready to strike.

The Eternal Fire is now our friend

Ever-present, never-ceasing

The Warmth of our Winter.

We may descend into darkness, yet like Persephone, may we have the capacity to rise again, into a new sense of wholeness.

Trust in the Power of Change

Journeys into the Underworld by Jordan P

Last week I was in an accident. A black sedan hit me from behind in the middle of the road and my bicycle and I got some air time. As of now, I cannot use my left arm. I have just learned I will not be able to work until the very end of December. This is definitely not how I envisioned entering the dark half of the year. Maybe it is too soon for reflection or making sense of anything, but let me rewind…

A couple of months ago, I decided to try a small road opener spell. Both my spouse and I have been feeling stuck in life and in work lately. I dabbed small amounts of road opener oil around my house – on door frames, in a pair of shoes, on a work bag, on my own wrists. I focused on open doors and opportunities.

A few weeks after this, my spouse's workplace announced significant layoffs. My spouse was offered a promotion to take on some responsibilities previously handled by workers who were laid off. Although it seemed fortune had favored my family after this upheaval, I was not happy that people had lost their jobs. How much of this was already inevitable? How much of it was my road opening attempts? Had I failed to set enough limitations? Had I underestimated the potential energy once again? Did I step too far forward?

If I rewind even farther back, by several years, I remember the manifestation of one of my very first spells. I was about 6 months into my second ever office job, and I had performed a working to hopefully boost my income. Shortly thereafter, someone senior to me in the office announced that they would be leaving the company. I was given a majority of their responsibilities, on top of my existing responsibilities, and a pay raise. So the results were in. I successfully obtained more money, but also a lot more stress in the workplace. At the time I considered this to be an acceptable exchange: a slight increase in income for a slight loss of daily peace. But I also learned that I should be mindful of potential side effects and unintended consequences.

When I think about Mabon, the dark half of the year, and journeys to the underworld, these past incidents come to my mind. It is the sense of stepping into the unknown, and reaching for something more, and having a blind spot for potential negative results. Is it overconfidence? Or is it that I am not used to being confident? The change and growth I wanted demanded a sacrifice. An element of the old must be given up in order for the new to roll into the space. Maybe I could have prevented some heartache by trying to pre-determine my sacrifice, but maybe it would have taken me by surprise anyway.

Mythology serves many examples of figures who stepped into the dark and came out forever changed. Persephone was kidnapped to the underworld, and eventually would return for half the year, but never again would she only be the goddess of Spring. She would also be the queen of the underworld.

Perhaps even more relevant to my point is the story of Inanna’s descent. In what is said to be her ambition to take power over the underworld, she schemes to journey there, complete with a rescue plan if her attempt fails. Indeed it failed, in the worst way possible, as after being stripped of her fine clothing and status, she was sentenced to death by her sister Ereshkigal, the current ruler of the underworld. This then activated Inanna’s rescue plan, and she was able to escape death and the underworld, but she also was made to send another in her place.

Even though Inanna had a plan in case of disaster, her journey required an additional unexpected sacrifice. In some versions of the tale, she sent her lover Dumuzi to the underworld in her place because Dumuzi had not mourned Inanna’s purported death. Inanna did not obtain the additional power that she sought, and in order to go back to life almost as it was before, she had to endure the breaking of her relationship with her lover and life partner.

Myth is always told through some kind of political lens, be it ancient or modern. Perhaps a story of a female figure seeking “too much” power was made to have disproportionate punishment, like in the case of Inanna. In modern telling, we debate whether Persephone was a willing participant in her supposed abduction. But both of these stories illustrate a journey down to the deep, either seeking more or by accident, and how permanent transformation was required to escape. There was no choice to backpedal upon the same path, but the way forward forced something of the old to be left behind.

So, did my road opening intentions become extremely literal? It seems too harsh for my crime of smearing a tiny bit of oil. Hopefully not. However now that I am faced with this personal Tower moment, I am also faced with what has been taken and what has been given. I may not be able to do manual labor for a while, but now I have a lot of time, stretching long before me into the darkness of the season. What will I do with it? How can I reconcile my lack of choice in this incident, because after all, did I not want a break from my work?

I cannot promise to know the answers to these questions by the end of whatever path this is. I can only try to harvest what learning and change that I can. For I do not know yet which doors have opened and which have closed. This is the nature of stepping into the dark and wanting more doors. And sometimes, like Persephone and Innana, we have no choice but to bravely walk through the Underworld and meet challenges as they come.

Sit with me in the Great In-Between by Shelley H

In a time of great upheaval, in this the season of change, let us take solace in the story of Persephone - a beloved Goddess to many of us. Persephone, once a demure maiden of the Springtime, took the risk to descend into the depth of the Underworld, leaving behind what was familiar and safe - a journey which transformed her, and made her a wise and formidable Sovereign. Unlike Persephone, risk can be a scary thing to us mere mortals, we all fear change in one way or the other. We fear the loss of control, and we clutch tightly to the comfort this sense of control seems to give us. However, Demeter - Goddess of the Grain and Mother to Persephone, would come to find that even Her perception of control was only a delusion, waking one day to find the daughter she thought she knew had changed into someone she no longer had agency and control over (insert the parallel of our current socio-political climate). 

The Eleusinian myths help us confront the great mysteries of change, death, rebirth, the ebb and flow of time, and the seasonal cycles on our Earthly plane, but in the vastness of space, it is the Planet Uranus who rules over the little earthquakes of our lives. So my friends, I invite you to take a deep breath, buckle your seatbelts, as we further explore what I’m sure you are already feeling - the time of the great change is here! 

Uranus the planet of great awakening and revolution entered Gemini July 7th - and we are all in for the quick moving, quick thinking time of our lives! As a Virgo Sun-Gemini Moon, I love this energy, but for those of you not as familiar with the joy of the Mercurial realms, let’s ease you into the advancement of radical ideas, new ways thinking, expanding our consciousness, curiosity and learning, sudden changes, and shifts in ideas about community, neighborhoods, and peer relationships that is sure to come.

I can’t promise you comfort during this major planetary once-in-a-lifetime transit, that is simply not what Uranus does. But I can promise that the world as you knew it is over, and a new world is being born right now! We are officially in the IN-BETWEEN - the remains of the world we once knew are up in flames, but the new paradigm is still waiting to be born. 

Remember all of those moments in your life where you envisioned a better world - well friends, this is it! This is when we make that vision a collective reality! So let’s sit together in this liminal time of paradox and move forward together letting go of the old, outdated, toxic, patriarchal nightmare of the past - let’s embrace the discomfort, and unfuck humanity and the world we inhabit! 

So let’s start by learning to sit in the in-between - which is challenging in-and-of itself, because the paradox of moving forward is letting go of our preconceived notions of what progress looks like. Kore (the Maiden identity of Persephone), did not know what realms of potential she was entering as she became the Queen of the Underworld - and neither do we know what lies ahead. Sitting in the discomfort of this in-between can feel terrifying - but here, beneath the chaos of the world is the stillness of incubation - and stillness and quiet are necessary to rethink, relearn, and reexamine our beliefs so that we can be surprised by the new answers we find in the burning down of the old. This transit is about cleansing our minds of delusion and disillusionment - just like Demeter had to.

Helping us out here is the Goddess most associated with the solar Virgo energy of the Autumn Season - Demeter. Coinciding with these major outer planet energy shake-ups (Uranus in Gemini, Pluto in Aquarius, Saturn and Neptune in Aries - both retrograding and direct) is this year's formidable eclipse season highlighting the purification, cleansing, realignment, and decluttering energy of Virgo. Virgo sometimes gets a bad rap for being perfectionistic and hypercritical by nature - (as a recovering perfectionist I can attest to this tendency), but the underlying nature of this energy is conscientiousness and a true abiding desire to create a better world. 

We need Virgo to help us make positive, productive change in our lives - to cleanse out the old, reassess and make way for the new. Virgo is the Mistress of the Harvest -  knowing the difference between what we need to harvest to nourish and sustain us, and culling what no longer serves us. 

Virgo rules over our body-mind-spirit connection that creates our physical health and understands embodiment at a cellular level - what feeds our cells, feeds ourselves. The discerning mind of Virgo highlighted under this eclipse cycle is here to help us understand this process both personally and politically in the greater culture as its delusions dissolve. What we need to create a healthier self - is also what we need to create a healthier world. The culmination of this Virgo season with the Virgo New Moon coinciding with the timing of the Autumn Equinox - is the epitome of the culling the world needs to finally release us from the toxic, barbaric, and outdated Patriarchal regime - these are it’s death throws, Demeter is here to scythe off what is dead and fallow, and Persephone is here to usher it into the Underworld for its final transformation. 

Our task then is learning to sit in discomfort that the Uranus in Gemini transit is offering. Unlike comfort loving Taurus - the sign Uranus left as it transited into Gemini and will retrograde back to and forth for a time period - we are being asked to sit in the complexity of life and find internal balance - the gift of Persephone, and the Libra season ushered in by the entrance of Autumn. To honor and learn from both shadow (that which we dislike about ourselves and project onto others - aka: all bigotry, hatred, oppression, white supremacy) and light (empathy, compassion, and kindness). To embrace duality, spectrums, and paradox - the stuff of Gemini Dreams! 

This is a time of Trickster energy - Mercury the great Roman messenger and trickster rules Gemini; and he and all Trickster Gods have much to teach us at this time. Much like Persephone, Tricksters hold the keys to understanding the greater mysteries of life - in fact they are the gatekeepers who help us unlock the pure potential embedded in these mysteries. Through discomfort they teach us radical honesty, radical accountability, and radical change - the medicine our time needs.

We often avoid discomfort at all costs - most of our common “symptoms” of anxiety and depression are a form of avoiding discomfort. Have an uncomfortable emotion = shut it down. Have something in your life you can’t control = ruminate over it so you can create a false sense of control (and turn the whole world fallow in the process like Demeter). 

Tricksters create discomfort - it’s part of their charm, they are not the comfort bringers, yet they are also far from the “chaos” makers (in our modern sense of the word, meaning “crisis”). We fear Trickster energy because our greatest fear as a collective species is the unknown. Messenger God Mercury doesn’t offer solutions - he offers the wit and wile to figure out the solution on your own - otherwise we blame the messenger and forget the message. 

Our fear of the unknown and its connection to death is palpable (the panic attack is often described as the feeling that you’re about to die - yet somehow we always survive this experience) and evidenced by the Chthonic connections most Trickers also offer as psychopomos who guide the dead past the veil (let’s all embrace Persephone as a Trickster deity). However what we fear is chaos overtaking us is actually the neutrality of the universe - we all die, the Trickster just reminds us that it’s nothing personal. 

Trickster energy is often associated with roads, borders, liminal spaces between the old that is dying and the new yet to be born. These crossroads offer us ambiguity and so we fear them - but this ambiguity is just the neutrality of the Universe, a moment of stillness for the weighing of options, and gaining new insight and perspective on the current moment in time. All things Uranus in Gemini. 

Let’s discuss Elegba to explore this point further. Elegba of the Yoruban/Ifa tradition and carried to the Americas in the African Diaspora, was the First Orisha to be created and he existed before creation itself.  As the Alpha of creation he bore witness to creation, and was offered the title of the "controller of fate”.  Yet to better understand this job title we must embrace paradox - Elegba offers us our greatest moral teachers who guide through the natural laws of consequence. He does not offer protection from our bad choices, he offers lessons so we can learn to do better. The natural progression of things - as they play out in our lives. We fear the trickers because we mistakenly believe the trickster is cruel - but the trickster is merciful in their neutrality - neither having caused you your sorrow, nor relieving the suffering you have inflicted upon yourself. They guide - like the psychopomp escorting souls into the otherworld. If anything it is the tricker that seeks harmony - balance of karmic forces is their goal. All things being equal is their motto - but they recognize the world isn’t equal and so they usher you to your greater good. 

And so, here we see what really transformed Kore the innocent, into Persephone the wise. The true descent into the Underworld is the alchemy of fear and the need for control into the embracing of the unknown, understanding the greater forces of balance and harmony that the universe itself seeks out - embracing this path as our means to our “highest good”, and the better world we all seek, and fully stepping into our Goddess Given Role as a Co-Creator of the World (aka: being a Witch).

The Star of Hope by Caitlyn M

Most of us know the story of Pandora’s box. Zeus created a woman from scratch, Pandora, with the help of other deities and gave her to Epimetheus, Prometheus’s brother, as a “let bygones be bygones” gift. Despite Prometheus’s warnings to his brother about the dangers of Greeks bearing gifts, Epimetheus opened his doors and welcomed his new bride along with a mysterious container she offered for a dowry.  Pandora opened the box and let out the world’s worst hardships like anger, misery, disease, etc. 

The bottom of the box contained one last item – Hope. A bright, shiny light of positivity in a world that just got wrecked by a wave of darkness and blight. This could be interpreted as Hope being a solution to the anger, destruction, and violence. I wonder, though, if Hope is truly a solution or blessing, why was it buried so far down underneath the chaos? Why wasn’t it given its own vessel to reside as an “In case of hubristic curiosity, break glass” situation? Because let’s be real. When someone tells us not to do something, nine times out of ten we want to do the thing they told us not to do. A second thought: When I wanted to hide something (like my diary from my nosy family), I tended to bury it beneath something or in a place that isn’t easy to access. I think that when the box was created, Zeus wanted to hide Hope deep, not because he thought people weren’t deserving of its light, but because he didn’t want to usher in the destruction that it needs to thrive…until those same people went against his wishes and then all bets were off. 

Hope is usually a side effect of trying times. We often tell ourselves things are going to be fine when things are not going well. That brings me to The Star. To me, this card is the hope card of the tarot. In the true fashion of hope, The Star comes after The Tower, a card of intense upheaval and rapid change. The Tower is not slow and it is not gentle. It usually indicates a time where everything we have built comes crashing down for one reason or another. 

At times, this change can be devastating, especially if we are not aware of its necessity – usually in hindsight do we find the Tower’s collapse as having pushed us in a better direction. With The Star’s placement right after The Tower, it can indicate a pause, a moment of suspension where we take the time to get our bearings and take a breath after the proverbial dust has settled. Despite this pause, The Star is not passive and gives us hope because it represents our potential. In the Rider-Waite-Smith deck, there is a woman kneeling with one foot placed on the shore and one foot sitting on top of a pool of water. She is pouring water from two jugs into the pool and onto the shore. The foot sitting on the pool shows that we are dipping our toes into our watery subconscious to explore our wants and needs that we might not have had the courage to acknowledge. The foot on the shore acts as an anchor to the physical plane where our wants and desires can take root. The endless water pouring from the vessels indicate endless potential that we are just on the precipice of accessing. The Tower ushers in the destruction of patterns and habits that might have inhibited this progress and The Star encourages us to find the light in the darkness. That pinpoint of light is the start of a new journey into the self reflection of The Moon and pulls us into thinking and analyzing in preparation for the steps ahead. 

While imagining the different paths we can take can be exciting, it is important to remember that we need to bring these thoughts and ideas to ground. That lady’s foot on the shore? It’s there to remind us that imagination time is fine, but at some point we need to bring our ideas to the real world. In Lizza Robertson and Julie Dillon’s The Mermaid Tarot deck, The Star shows a singular mermaid, named the Dreamweaver, coming to the surface and playing a song into a conch shell sending up sparkly bubbles containing wishes and desires spiraling up toward a large, bright star. For aquatic creatures – mythical or real – it is dangerous to come to the surface as there are a lot of predators and few hiding places. This mermaid is taking a great personal risk coming to the surface to send up the wishes of others…and this is where I find the problem with hope. 

Hope can push us to rely on the actions and goodwill of others instead of our own personal efforts. It reminds me of the Bystander Effect. There might be a want for change, but at times people might think they aren’t equipped to be a source for that change or that someone else will do it instead. Some people (cough, cough, Republicans, cough, cough) thought that there would be enough people to vote against the “Big Beautiful Bill” because there had to be someone who was willing to vote against it in their majority holding party. And since the Republicans had the majority vote and the majority of Republicans voted “Yea”, we now have a Big Beautiful Mess that will have severe cuts to Medicare and Medicaid which will lead to mass nationwide suffering…all because someone hoped someone else would prevent or fix the problem. 

The Bystander Effect degrades my faith in humanity just a little. I try to remember that a group of people can also be a powerful tool to make the visions that hope gives us come to fruition. As a true Millenial baby, I grew up on Disney and Pixar movies (Yes, I know that Disney is an evil conglomerate and has taken over a lot of media and movie rights to the detriment of story telling. I have absolutely no idea what they were trying to do with hosting Naruto Shippuuden on their DisneyXD channel, but I digress). One movie that I like to look back on is A Bug’s Life. A Bug’s Life is about an ant colony under the control of a grasshopper swarm that demands food tribute every season. There is no backstory to this arrangement as far as I’ve seen; it seems to have been in place for a few generations under the guise of symbiosis. The grasshoppers don’t really offer anything in exchange except the promise that they keep other insects away from the colony and that they themselves do not destroy it as well. There is one ant named Flik that stood up to the head grasshopper in charge, Hopper. Hopper was able to silence Flik and intimidate the others by threatening harm to the youngest princess ant, Dot, and the ants and grasshoppers continued their arrangement. There is a later scene in the movie where some of the grasshoppers are shootin’ the shit and saying how they have plenty of food and don’t need to go back to the ant hill to get their yearly tribute. Hopper pretends to entertain this idea but brings up Flik and his attempted defiance. The grasshoppers say it was no big deal and that it was just one ant. Hopper agrees and throws a single grain of wheat at each of the grasshoppers asking if it hurt. The grasshoppers laughed and said no. Hopper opens the whole grain cistern and buries the grasshoppers (assumed dead). 

In one of the most iconic lines in cinematic history Hopper addresses the rest of the swarm, “You let one ant stand up to us, then they all might stand up,” signaling that when individuals come together they can be a catalyst for change. The grasshopper swarm’s survival isn’t food based. It’s control based. If they lose control, their power is gone. And that is more terrifying than starvation. What Hopper was trying to quell was hope. Hope is infectious and can be used to push people when a singular individual is willing to make the effort to show others that change is possible. The Dreamweaver is someone who is able to get the spark started, but her fellow mermaids need to take the next steps when the opportunities manifest. A Bug’s Life is a story about knowing our worth and standing in our power and knowing we are not alone in wanting a better future. 

Sometimes change requires absolute chaos to get started. The point of Pandora was punishment and I find that the reason hope was the last item in the box was to let the other miseries create an hospitable environment for it to thrive. Yet while hope is most apparent in the worst of times, it can be a unifying force. Making ways for hope starts with one small step and will crescendo when others see what is possible. It is why hope is feared by those in power because when hope runs rampant and is fueled by action, the powerful lose control. 

The Autumn Equinox: How the Stories We Tell About Ourselves Shapes Our Lives by Kathryn S

“Everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always.

All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.”

- Patrick Rothfuss, author

Storytelling is the cornerstone of Wicca. Whenever we invoke a deity, we are invoking their story. It is their tales of resilience, bravery, and authenticity that fuel our connection to the divine and help us find strength within ourselves.

The Wheel of the Year tells the story of the relationship between the Goddess and God. As our sabbats honor the cycles of nature, they are closely linked to the phases of agriculture. As 21 st century practitioners, we have the luxury of largely looking at planting and harvest seasons metaphorically. The seeds we plant and the bounties we harvest are largely psychological and cultural. What stories can we find within these seeds? What forces do we as humans grow from?

Both equinoxes represent a liminal space with the power to transform; each a turning point for the Earth and for ourselves. In Mabon, the days have more darkness than light until the cycle switches back at Ostara. The dark months we are about to enter are a time to bring our attention inward. I sometimes dread this time of year and I know I am not alone. The decrease in sun and warmth feels somewhat depressing like the end of a party, and going outside can feel like a chore rather than an adventure. And while I have not been in school for over ten years now, September still has not lost the “back-to-school grind” feeling for me. I feel a restlessness and a need to “hustle” but often with no real sense of direction. Let’s look at how we can rewrite this story.

The 2023 film “Hit Man” starring Glen Powell is one of my absolute favorites and asks the question: “What if your self is a construction? An illusion, an act, a role you have been playing every day since you can remember…”. The film’s main character, Gary, is a college professor who also works for the police department posing as a hit man to help apprehend people who are trying to hire a real hit man. He meets each perpetrators the person he thinks they are expecting and of course, hilarity ensues. I doubt Glen Powell, who co-wrote the film, is a secret Pagan (one can only hope), but it makes an excellent case for the power of narrative and the fluid nature of identity. Without spoiling the ending, I will say that the final version of Gary is essentially his “professor” version of himself combined with one of the fake hit men.

From the myths of gods and goddesses to the folklore of the land and even within pop culture, stories connect us to the divine, the natural world, and our own truths. Many Pagans view reality as fluid, shaped by intention, perception, and energy. Magic is the manipulation of that energy that shapes reality. The narratives we tell about who we are, what we value, and where we’re going are the spells molding our experiences and perceptions. Magic is shaping the energy that makes us who we are.

Every spell and ritual is a chance to write this story. In essence, that is what every ritual is: exploring our inner narrative and allowing spirit and our own insight to transform it. Consider the myth of Persephone. The general understanding of her story is that the fair maiden Kore was frolicking innocently in a meadow when the earth split open beneath her and she was abducted by Hades and brought to the underworld. A question to ask ourselves is whether she was truly “abducted” against her will? Maybe Kore felt a longing for something beyond the fields of her mother Demeter’s realm. Becoming Persephone perhaps represents her choice to shed the victim mentality and become the sovereign of her circumstances and take charge of her identity.

What about Lilith? Was she made into a demon as punishment for leaving the Garden of Eden and her husband Adam, or was she the epitome of strength and independence who left an oppressive environment to chart her own path? Many see a path of “defiance” as a problem to be corrected. What if pursuing one’s own truth in defiance of what is “normal” is the true key to fulfillment?

What about you? How can you view yourself through the lens of the stories of Lilith and Persephone? I very much needed to channel these two at the end of 2024 when I was dealing with very scary intrusive thoughts and realized I could not continue living my life the way I had been. I had been constantly anxious and overwhelmed for many many years, and I had reached a breaking point. I felt like my life was one lonely, endless stream of hurdles demanding perfection and that I was and would always be a failure that could never meet the standards I had to live up to. Indeed, I REALLY needed to look at my narrative…

I had to banish the concept of perfection and see each day and each task as an opportunity to connect, with myself or others, rather than an opportunity to give everything I had and likely fail. I had to redefine myself as a seeker of connection rather than a limitless helper. This shift has made all the difference. The anxiety still gets overwhelming, but I can better move through the bleakness by grounding back into the new narrative.

How can you reframe and rewrite your narrative? Maybe you feel as though your workday is nothing but mindless drudgery. Can you view your work as a valued service and that you have the fortitude to do the unglamorous but highly necessary task? If you are experiencing health struggles, can you view yourself as a warrior fighting them rather than a victim of them? Think about all the instances where you felt rejected by a lover. Can you view these as redirections toward the right partner rather than reflections of your worth?

Michelle Obama’s guidance counselor told her she was not Princeton material. Spoiler: she graduated from Princeton. Did a teacher or other school counselor tell you that you are not good at writing, public speaking, or some other skill? Does that person get to decide? Or do you?

Did you have an experience that left you feeling powerless? Where can you find the bravery and empowerment that it took to endure that situation and move forward? Maybe your past did not belong to you, but you know in your soul that your future will.

Please note that I am absolutely not saying we need to look at our lives through rose colored glasses or that we should suffer through a bad relationship or other situation in an effort to rewrite that sort of narrative. This is not about blindly looking at the positive or accepting others’ disrespect. This is NEVER about staying in an unsafe situation. I am talking about defining your own identity. The story of who you are and who you are becoming is yours to write.

This Mabon, take a moment to honor the stories that have made you who you are as well as the strength you carry to re-write your stories.

THE RETURN by Kajva A

Eventually, he knew, Her time had come.

But where was She?

She kept promising that She’d come, yet She had not appeared.

Perplexed, and growing concerned, he could only wait.

Pondering, fretting, who IS to blame?

Is the fault his alone, or did Time indeed play a part,

And what would happen, after Her arrival?

Would they be like they were before?

Or had the Goddess gone on since he had been gone?

It had been so long, yet somehow so short,

Since setting foot in this cursed place.

Not here, not there, feeling on the edge.

Not part of the others in his midst.

Meanwhile, the Goddess takes on Her next challenge,

Preparing for what lies ahead of Her,

Even as the young man pines away,

Afraid that all his plans had gone astray.

“Does this pain get easier with Time?”

He earnestly asks, turning away from the flame.

Looking up, then down, then sideways,

He is still unsure of crossing now.

“Is it alright to forget? Must I forgive?

Is there even any hope at all?”

And yet, the young man lies awake,

These questions unanswerable;

These motions unacceptable;

These emotions impossible.

The Goddess is a mystery;

Her reaction muddled.

Would there be a reunion?

Of what caliber would it consist?

The ping of a .22, or would Gatling only suffice?

Would it even hurt, as it had definitely hurt then?

Or would it easily slide in, without any resistance?

Returning to the light of day can be difficult,

More so without the force of knowledge.

So there he sits, awaiting Judgment Day,

But not sure if it ever will come.

Still, as he sits, musing.

Contemplative.

Quiet.

Insecure.

A feeling of resolve seeps in.

And as the otherworldly fog lifts,

He finally sees those in the mist.

Friendly, relaxed, loyal.

Ready for the onslaught.

Turning around, he sees the Goddess in the distance.

Walking away,

Further into the horizon.

As he calls out to Her, he thinks She turns Her head.

But as She opens Her mouth, all else stops.

The man’s feet frozen in place, locked in time.

What had She said? Was it good?

His heart pumps in anticipation,

The only sound in this stoic scene.

Not able to move,

It appears that he will have to wait longer.

To hear of Her response.

The questions, running together in his mind,

Drive him slowly mad; madder, indeed, than Time.

Cronos, who continues to play His dirty tricks,

Leaves the man in his solemn state.

An emotional waterboarding for this forlorn soul.

Laughing, maniacally it seems, in his head,

The young man laments at the existence of Time.

Infinity, it seems, was a cruel invention.

One meant to harness pain from pleasure,

Anguish from arousal,

Depression from delight,

Hell from hope.

“The hourglass,” He implies, “Has been turned around.”

Only now the sands barely trickle.

Feeling caught in the middle, the young man finally cracks.

Unable to bear it, conscious finally of his Own determination,

And ready for the consequence, He boldly asks:

“Where are WE going?”

A Personal Harvest by Kajva A

Like many witches I know, my favourite season has always been fall. That moment when the weather first starts to get cooler and the leaves change colour is truly a magical moment. You can truly sense the hum of the natural cycle - the air on your skin, the burst of colour all around you, the smell of fresh produce from the harvest, the crunch of the leaves underfoot, and even the taste of your breath becomes different, crisper. It is no wonder then, that even the secular world celebrates their own moment of Homecoming at this time of year.

For me, Fall brings my own special kind of Homecoming. Mabon, as it turns out, is my yearly return for Cornucopia Collective, and as such the holiday holds special meaning for me. It marks for me that balance of uncertainty and anxiety of my spirituality from before I began overtly practicing, with the solidity and focus after finding my place; My Hearth, My Home. This is when I first met everyone else in the coven - people that would soon become some of my closest friends. It also marks the beginning of my transition, as this first Mabon was the first social gathering I attended where I felt comfortable enough to use my pronouns! In many ways, like Persephone’s journey to the underworld, that particular Mabon represented the ‘death’ of the old me, preparing me for my ‘rebirth’ as Kajva that following Spring.

I have always kept that in mind, using the holiday to mull over what has happened in the prior year and recharge for the year ahead; whether it be new jobs, new relationships, or new goals. By reflecting on my accomplishments instead of regrets, I am able to feel more confident about myself and my goals as I head into the harsher months (and living in New England, I can promise that they can DEFINITELY be harsh!). That is not to say I do not have regrets. We all do - we should have worked on that project more, or taken more time to be with family, or whatever else our minds constantly berates us for. Yet Mabon reminds us that there is always time to come. Opportunities will rise again, and this time we can be ready to face them directly. Reflection is a chance to be kind to ourselves, and honestly evaluate our growth. It may not always be linear, but it is always there.

This year, I am reflecting on my first year of marriage, and the opportunities I have had to learn and grow alongside my amazing partner. Through her support, I have become better at financial management, found ways to limit and control my anxiety, and become more open with my needs. I am also reflecting on moments of compromise we have faced, and am taking the time to reflect on what I still should do to be an even better partner as we come to our first anniversary and beyond. Moreover, I am reflecting on what it means to love, not just in the exciting or depressing moments, but in those quiet moments - in those evenings at home, just being together.

I am also reflecting on what it means to love myself. For example, I am learning to be more accepting of the length of my transition timeline. It has been easy to forget the external factors prohibiting my transition, and the ones that facilitated it when I did. Now I have a reflection that I love and can feel happy seeing every day! I now can look at a mirror and compliment myself - a self-confidence I never had before. I can also openly admit when I am scared or worried, a less happy change to be sure, but no less significant - and made more important as this year has continued. That is real growth, and while it may have taken many years to actualize, it is still mine. I can own that.

These are the things I am reaping this year, and I dearly wish for your own harvest to be as fruitful. Whether a year is ‘good’ or ‘bad’, there are always positives that you can glean from them - silver linings, if you will. Note the sad things and the missed opportunities, yes, but remember: The Wheel Always Turns. Your chance will come again, and at that time, you will be ready.

Best, Kajva

Alena’s Kitchen - Apples are in Season!

With the fall season finally here, it’s time to start digging out those recipes for delicious goodies that taste best when the weather starts to get a frosty nip in the air. While pumpkin spice tends to be the seasonal craze (and I do love pumpkin!), I want to share my love for my grandmother’s apple cake.

Is it a cake or is it a bar? Actually, it’s a bit of both.

Noted on the recipe card as “Bob’s favorite”, Grandma’s apple cake is an un-frosted cake baked in a bar pan and cut into squares. Made with some of the fall season’s best apples, Grandma Dot’s apple bars certainly stand out from the “over-pumpkin-ing” of the fall season. While best served fresh from the oven, Dot’s apple bars have always been an amazing dessert for any occasion.

Apple Cake Recipe

From Grandma Dot’s kitchen, labeled as “Bob’s Favorite”

In a large bowl: 

4 cups sliced peeled apples

2 cups sugar

Mix and let stand for 5 minutes.

 

Add these ingredients to the macerated apples:

2 cups flour

1 ½ tsp baking soda

1 tsp salt

2 tsp cinnamon

 

Mix gently.

In a small bowl, mix together: 

2 well beaten eggs

¾ cup vegetable oil

2 tsp vanilla

1 cup chopped nuts (optional)

Pour the egg mixture on the apples. Mix and spread the batter on a parchment lined, lightly greased 9”x13” cake pan. Bake at 350° for about 50 minutes (until a toothpick comes out clean).