Healing

ON SELF MOTHERING

by angeliska on May 12, 2018

Looking back now, I can’t remember exactly when or where on my healing journey I became aware of the undeniably unhappy presence of my inner child self. I do, however, remember very clearly the words that first helped that part (…)

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A Rosy Full Wolf Moon Unfurls: Year of the Earth Dog

by angeliska on January 1, 2018

It’s the dawn of a New Year in a few hours, and instead of loading up the caravan and heading for the hills like I normally do on this day, I’m curled up in front of a space heater in (…)

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Winter's Embrace

by angeliska on December 21, 2017

Photo by Clint Redden Today, the sun stands still – the scintillating convergence of the Winter Solstice is upon us, and at the darkest moment in our winter, the light begins to return to us. That light, the little candle (…)

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Matrescence

by angeliska on May 14, 2017

For as long as I can remember, I had always wanted to be a mother. I remember cradling my rosy plastic baby dolls lovingly, wiping their hard molded little faces, inhaling the powdery synthetic perfume of them, and feeling as (…)

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This Bitter Earth – Vernal Equinox

by angeliska on March 22, 2017

The Vernal Equinox heralds Persephone’s return into the light, beckoning her back up to the land of the living. Coming back slowly into consciousness – the body wakes up, remembers how to breathe, sigh, sing again. This Pluto transit I’ve (…)

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ARMOR/ARDOR – Full Moon in Cancer

by angeliska on January 12, 2017

Tonight is the first full moon of 2017 – a warm and unseasonably balmy night, even for January in Texas. I don’t really feel like writing, at least not much here – but I do feel like sharing, just a (…)

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FLEDGLING HEART

by angeliska on May 21, 2013

It’s springtime here, and there are lots of baby birds hatching out of their eggs, nestled in the crooks of trees. Wee little hungry things, with gaping maws squawking constantly for sustenance. So delicate, so needy. When I’m having trouble (…)

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