February 13, 2025

I have no intention of becoming a spirit sandwich for the evil forces that are ravaging our nation. I know that the best way for me to protect my spirit and soul is to not allow myself to linger in the energies of fear and hopelessness. Not easy these days. But essential.

John Trudell was an indigenous rights activist, author, poet, actor, and musician. During most of the 1970s, he served as the chairman of the American Indian Movement. He became ancestor in 2015. 

So in this place where spirits are eaten, let us infuse this landscape with love and joy and optimism. Let us sing our soul songs. Let us dance to the rhythms of hope.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 11, 2025

A 13th century poet and Islamic scholar, Rumi’s wisdom is so familiar and so resonant. He became ancestor in 1273.

Friends, we are the light in these dark times. And together our shining is a brilliant light of hope and possibility. 

Beannacht,
Judith

February 10, 2025

Wise woman and wisdomkeeper, Wilma Pearl Mankiller was an activist, social work, community developer and the first woman elected to serve as Principal Chief of The Cherokee Nation. She became ancestor in 2010.

May we be among the happiest people as we stand for something larger than ourselves. Thank you, Wilma, for your footsteps to follow.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 9, 2025

Christopher Fry was an English poet and playwright. He was a major force in theater in the 1940s and 1950s. He became an ancestor in 2005.

Soul size. Indeed, may we hold fast a fire of passion for this work, this longest stride of soul we ever took.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 8, 2025

From the mists of time and ancient prophecy, ancestral energies are with us and they are here for us. This becomes increasingly evident every time my sister circles engage in sacred ceremony. Mystic ancestral presence is powerful and palpable. 

I’ve been wandering through the graphic images I’ve created over the years and found some wonderful ancestor wisdom. Some mystical, some not. But all of it wisdom to guide us. Wisdom to uplift us and help us navigate this storm. Good wisdom to share.

Because it’s Maud and because it’s Ireland and because the words so echo what’s been happening in these past weeks, I will begin with her words.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 7, 2025

A comment on my earlier post today reminded me of this graphic I created a year ago. And indeed, here we are. Yet we are here together. With much wizard wisdom and many wizards among us.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 7, 2025

No man ever steps in the same river twice,
for it’s not the same river
and he’s not the same man.
Heraclitus

I’ve written before about an approaching apocalypse and the many prophecies of these times. Many voices of many prophets. And while not prophets, many of us have seen this coming. For our democracy, the apocalypse has landed. I don’t need to go into detail about that. The tsunamic actions of this fascist administration are cashing down around us every day.

We will never again step into the same river of democracy we have known. And yes, there is huge grief around that. But the river is changing and so must we move through our grief and anger and despair to become the people needed in this time. We are the one’s we’ve been waiting for. 

Apocalypse. Stepping around the popular and biblical interpretations that focus exclusively on catastrophe, I choose to focus on the original etymology. The Greek word apokálypsis means a revelation and I’ve recently read apocalypse defined as collapse and renewal and lifting the veil. While we are focused on doing what we can to thwart the collapse, it’s equally and perhaps more important that we focus on the renewal. We may not be able to influence the collapse, but we can absolutely influence and shape the renewal.

The seeds of renewal, the seeds of compassion and love, of social and environmental justice, of diversity and equality and inclusivity, and even joy are already in us.  

Participate 
joyfully
in the sorrows
of the world.
We cannot
cure the world
of sorrows,
but we can
chose to
live in joy.

Joseph
Campbell

When I first read these words by Joseph Campbell, I struggled. Seriously? Participate joyfully in this apocalypse? But that is exactly what we are called to do. Not to be joyful about what’s happening, but to carry our joy into this storm. To shapeshift the storm of our fear and anger into actions of hope and possibility. To hold fast our seeds of renewal that they will flourish. 

Renewal will come. The veil will be lifted to reveal a vision for the future shaped by the seeds we hold. The seeds we are.

Beannacht,
Judith

February 3, 2025

My spiritual faith is my anchor and my inspiration. Yet in these dark and turbulent times, it’s not the only faith I’m holding on to. I’m choosing faith in many things.

I choose faith in:
The majority of voters who did not choose this fascist regime.
Americans who are waking up to the betrayal of this regime.
The deep well of wisdom that nourishes us.
The resistance that is taking shape.
Friends, families, and communities that will
support each other through this storm.
The fundamental values of equality, social justice,
and environmental justice that we share.
The fundamental energies of compassion, love,
joy, and peace that we hold and share.

Yes. There is much to be horrified by and concerned about. Fear is understandable. But fear is paralyzing. And right now we need a movement of resilience, of hope and possibility. So together, let’s choose faith. It is our choice.

Beannacht,
Judith

January 20, 2025

Difficult and painful as it is,
we must walk on in the days ahead
with an audacious faith in the future.
Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

I don’t believe I’ve ever shared my dreams on this blog. But this one seems so appropriate for this day and time. 

Last night I dreamed that a massive luxury yacht got stuck in our very narrow and wooded driveway here at MossTerra. We are a good mile from the water. As the crew tried to get it unstuck, they only succeeded in tipping it over, making matters worse. After several calls, we finally got a truck big enough to remove the yacht. 

My dream ended with many sacred women, some I know and others I don’t, gathering with joy and laughter for intense spiritual ceremony. 

Audacious faith in the future.

As you might well imagine, I’ve never remotely considered a tow truck as a totem. But it seems beyond appropriate for our journey ahead. No. I won’t get the tattoo. But I totally embrace the energy of it. 

With deep gratitude on this day for the blessing of Dr. Martin Luther King. He would be a great tow truck driver. Hmmm. Perhaps that was him behind the wheel.

Beannacht,
Judith

January 19, 2025

So many predictions and so much speculation swirling right now. I choose to ignore most of it as it just stirs angst. But this caught my attention. 

I’ve never paid much attention to Nostradamus. He’s lauded for the many mostly dire and tragic predictions that have come true. While the rest seem to fade into historical obscurity, his legend lives on. Among the quatrains he published in 1555, seven are being attributed to 2025, more from interpretation than his having assigned them to any specific year. But among those seven, which are pretty grim, this one shines a bright hope.

Through the ashes of despair,
A new light shall rise,
The souls of men shall awaken,
And wisdom shall flow like a river.
Nostradamus
1555

And right now, I welcome all the hope we can find. From this century or any century.

Beannacht,
Judith