Showing posts from 2015

Blessed Solstice, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

In case you have been wondering where I've been these past few months, the answer is... within myself. Usually shortly after the Autumnal Equinox, I start to really get into the dark part of the year pretty intensely. I start to do a lot of reflecting about my past year, I decorate and ponder about what I'll do for Samhain, I buy the Leonie Dawson workbook and start releasing all that shit that I've carried around with me, and then... Yule and Christmas season hits, and I'm busy buying, wrapping, decorating and cleaning for the holidays like the rest of you.

And, I have three children that barely give me a moment's peace... so that doesn't help me get blog posts written either.

Basically, I fell down the rabbit hole of gazing at my own navel for far too long, and far too deeply. Now that Christmas is over, I've come out the other side and looked back on the past three months and wondered where much of that time went. Don't get me wrong, I don't regr…

Journeys and Shape-Shifting

Whenever you birth something into the world, be it a child, a project, a piece of art, what have you, it changes you. Birthing is a potent process that strips away pieces of you that are no longer needed, and brings into existence something totally new and separate from you, and yet not so separate. In December of last year, I birthed a child into the world. During the summer of this year, I birthed a whole new spiritual practice and outlook on life. It's been a long time coming.

As a result of this birth process, things were asked to be stripped away. Like the anniotic fluid that surrounds a fetus and nourishes it, there are often practices or objects or music or inspiration that surrounds a person when they are birthing something creative and spiritual, that no longer serves them when they come out the other side. Such were my old YouTube videos, and my old name for world. I am no longer in vibration with The Gentle Psychic or Journeys of the Psyche. I am just Jess...just plain …

Bealtaine 2015

After four months of not celebrating sabbats at all, due to being heavily pregnant and then exhausted with recovery and everything else that comes along with the early weeks of baby rearing, my spiritual practice and the craft were fleeting dreams. But at Bealtaine I finally had the right mix of things in order to actual perform ritual and get into the spirit of things: a well-fed, great sleeping baby, and a father who was more than happy to take her from me and give me the much needed time to get into things. It was heavenly, and the fact that I reserved my Bealtaine practice for the full moon only a couple days after the actual sabbat day meant that I had a lot of other wicked, divine and sumptuous energies in the mix too.

This particular didn't go up until a few days ago, but the altar I had for the actual ritual wasn't half bad either. I felt the energies of the sun and the God surge into me, giving me the motivation and the drive to move past some things that have been bo…

All Chakras Are Sacred

Most of us are familiar with the concept and idea of the chakra system; the (usually) seven energy centers of the body, which correspond with a physical endocrine organ or system in the body, or an organ that secretes body and mood altering hormones (for instance, the throat chakra is linked with the thyroid gland). But as spiritual seekers, a lot of us tend to view the upper three chakras as more important, and discredit the value of the lower three, seeing the body as more a vehicle for experiencing the spiritual, and therefore, of less value and importance. But I really feel that this idea and viewpoint couldn't be more wrong!

While it's certainly true that the upper three chakras are more closely linked with the ideas that we associate as having something to do with the divine or our spiritual experiences, it's also true that if it weren't for our physical bodies, we wouldn't be able to have these spiritual experiences and feelings in the first place. Our bodie…


If you are a mother, or perhaps even close friends with a new mom, the term "PPD" might already be familiar to you. If it's not, then this post may be enlightening for you. PPD stands for Post-Partum Depression, and yes indeed ladies and gents, I am suffering from it.

It's nearly 7 weeks to the day since little Emelie was born, and while I am of course, over the moon with joy about having her here at last after that challenging pregnancy, I am finding it hard to be joyFUL. There are so many reasons I could name to possible causes of it; history of depression in my own life, a challenging and stressful pregnancy, challenges with my other two children, feeling like a ghost in my own home, but really, at the end of the day, finding a cause isn't going to do me any good.

I need to find a solution.

Even as I say that, I feel a wave of apathy coming on. It's too late to fix this, part of me says... depression is already upon me, might as well wallow in it. Another …

End of January already?

It's hard to believe, but yes, it's true. Today is the last day of January 2015, and I don't know about you, but this month has blown by very quickly for me. It seems like only a few days ago I was in the hospital, recovering from a c-section when my daughter was born. Emelie Sophia was born. She was born on December 30, 2014, 6lbs 10oz, and 19.5 inches long. She is a very calm and serene baby, and she pretty much only cries when she needs something. She is a pretty good sleeper too, but it would be nice if she would decide to have her more awake and alert periods during the day, when I am also alert and awake! Oh well, such is the life of having a newborn!

On Tuesday she turned 4 weeks old, and she is currently at about 8.5lbs in weight. We had a little bit of a scare when on Wednesday, our paediatrician said she was worried about Emelie's smaller head size, as it can sometimes indicate slowness of development, but after having an ultrasound done on her brain, we know…