Beltane with Sensual Taurus

Art, Design, Events, Poetry

To: the birds chirping from nests every morning

To: the bees gathering pollen from hidden plants

To: the petals of flowers that made it through storms

To: the underground creatures coming out to play

To: the tenderness shared between friends at a distance

To: the orgasms of release, had and to come

To: the vulnerability it takes to tend to basic needs

To: the awe of resilience in communities and at home


To: the commitment to keep going in hope and in faith

To: all you stunning creatures out there, everyday but ✨especially✨ today…

IMAGE: The Gender Spectrum Collection


We hope your experience of life on Earth is colorful, fresh, fun, weird, and blessed with good health 💛

In sweet, sweet queer-love,
The Starsdance Mystery School Team

composed by Aurora Dawning

In Prayer to Aries

astrology, Mundane Magic, Poetry
Hail and welcome: Aries Sun
Spirit of Bold Risks
Rays of Essential Growth and Change.

You have arrived again
to Fuel our Collective Will,
Open our eyes to Potential,
and our hearts to the Unifying Power
of Conflict.

May your Essence inspire us
to Act Now and hesitate later
for fear only helps
the sprout crack the seed.

May all of our Souls be on fire
with Resilience

Against
the
Odds.

This Choice is as natural
as the worms
rising up.

May we endure
in ways we cannot even conceive yet.

May we be reminded
of just how Worthy
we are of Vitality and Life.”

Kind Reintegration

Mundane Magic, Poetry

I’m finally sitting on my couch at home, adjusting to life outside of the bubble we created for one magical week.

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IMAGE: VasalisaTheWitch

 

Reintegrating from camp is similar to resting after a waltz. During the dance we move and are moved: embracing partnership, fluidity, synchronistic flow. Completely in the moment, it feels like nothing else exists. Then the song ends and the spell has shifted. What just happened? Now what?

I have yet to process everything. I don’t have words to sum up the experience at this point in time. Both of these things are normal and I’m not rushing the process. But while the sparks still fill my heart, I’m allowing them to inspire my hands to write. The following is an ode to my Tejas witches of Wonderland:

As Light divides the dust ahead,
Darkness slides between.

A middle marking post stands stiff,
loyal to all truths.

My spirit’s heels sink deep in dirt,
Stories clouding sight.

But crossroads call, the bellow clear,
what a magnet, choice.

My heart’s the part that holds the map,
Paradox, it pumps.

Eyelids collide, chest opens wide,
feelings: lead the way. 

Call of the Crossroads by Vasalisa
Samhain 2015

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IMAGE: VasalisaTheWitch

Witchcamp Whispers

Events, Mundane Magic, Poetry

I’m headed to the south in a few days to attend Tejas Witchcamp.

Witchcamps are both completely unique and reassuringly familiar. Reclaiming camps will often choose a myth or a story as a lens for campers to experience, as well as an intention to help facilitate personal transformation. These camps are an opportunity for witches from all over the world to come together, raise energy and learn about themselves from one another. I could describe the two camps that I have attended (prior to this one) as: transformative, difficult, ecstatic, necessary. There are “workshops.” There are “vendors.” There are “get-togethers.” The rest is a delicious mystery to those that have yet to experience one.

This time, I get to experience Samhain in Texas through the filter of Alice and Wonderland…

 

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IMAGE: VasalisaTheWitch

 

Down the rabbit hole and into the land of our Ancestors to seek truth through connection and respect.

We witches do these things, you see.

My intention for this camp is to connect with my flavor of prose and write some poetry as I weave my spirit with the Unknown. The following is an ode to the parts of myself that I hope to cultivate: the part that puts words together in an agreeable arrangement and the part that allows inspiration in even though I cannot always understand it.

Whispers waft toward humming ears
Our distance less than tidy,
Connection’s a hiss from darkness
The slithering song of fate.

Our veil’s silk sewn mystery
Pulled back for prying eyes,
Vision strikes and penetrates
Venom of truth seeps then steeps.

Slithering Song of Fate” by Vasalisa
Samhain 2014

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IMAGE: VasalisaTheWitch

 

Camps happen only a few times a year, which makes this a very special event for me. Some of you might be thinking, “this doesn’t sound like mundane magic… This sounds like ‘REAL’ magic!” And you would be right. Going to witchcamp is not something that happens every single day. So where’s the mundane in this entry?

The mundane is recognizing what I want: community and adventure. It’s committing: making the scheduling arrangements and paying for it (even if that means living modestly for a while.) It’s allowing myself the time and space to have an experience that is desirable without guilt. It’s not just saying what I want to do, but actually doing the thing that invigorates me and makes me feel whole.

How do you allow wholeness?