Category: At the Altar

• The Magic of the Grove

  

  Sometimes I sit in my Groveand wonder how the years grow old. Another year.Another seed.A planting nowfor the coming deeds. In my Grove I sit and wonderhow it is the village sunders. Another letter.Another storm.Ashes in the cauldron warm.Old words still softly churn. Yet I am thankful we are moving,watching small seeds slowly blooming. The…

  March 25, 2026

  At the Altar

  family and love, grove poetry, magic of intention, sanctuary and home, spiritual reflection, spoken word, the grove

• A Letter to the Storm

  

  There are times when I sit here in our place of sanctuary. Just me, my children, and my husband. Lunaris sits beside me, her foxy tail gently sweeping near the cottage door. Corvyn circles high above, ready to croak out a warning when a storm begins to gather on the horizon.On days like these, I…

  March 12, 2026

  At the Altar

  navigating conflict, personal reflection, ritual and release, sanctuary and healing, slow living, spiritual reflection, the grove, writing as ritual

• Returning to Ritual

  

  A week ago I visited a village across the way. It took some time to get there, but the journey was a lovely one. The village was quite different from my Grove, and yet some rhythms felt familiar. There is something beautiful about crossing another person’s threshold and realizing that they too tend their own…

  March 8, 2026

  At the Altar

  personal faith, quiet ritual, reflections, ritual and reflection, seasonal reflection, spiritual journey, sunday ritual, the grove