Most years, I slide toward my winter self in an increasingly cozy cloak of introspection, meditation, and meanderings. As the world in me slows and simmers, the house begins to sparkle with Yule and Solstice decorations. Bright seasonal blessings sit on my mantle, emerge from…
I miss my mom, y’all. Christmas is 100% my mom’s jam. You can’t arrive at her house in December without being offered some of the frikadeller (Danish meatballs), aebleskiver (Danish doughnuts), or glögg (Danish mulled wine) she always has on hand for her ongoing holiday…
It’s snuggle-up time in North Idaho–lots of cold, short days lend themselves to sipping tea under a cozy blanket on the sofa beside the fire. This particular tea recipe was born out of a desire to have a simple tea for sipping that included some…
My journey has moved me inward of late: I find myself giving more time and energy to contemplative and mystical pursuits as I seek to re-establish broken parts of my connection with my self. Having awoken to profound wounds, I am doing the work necessary…
Welcome to the magical time where the veil between the worlds is thin, when those ancestors who have transitioned ask to be touched and remembered, when The Wheel turns to lift autumn’s golden cloak and instead reveals a ghost of a landscape. Thinned of…
Since I had the great fortune of being intimately connected with not only my Danish family, but also with life in Denmark and Danish traditions, I remain especially vulnerable to memories associated with (or triggered by) Danish food: frikadeller (which I perfected during my…
I’ve got a lot of heart for Beltane. Earth’s fertility feels most tangible: She accessorizes with flirtatious first flowers and sticky buds, teases with the first tendrils of climbing vines. Her wild, showy reemergence tempts us beyond frail hope into courageous, playful, intimate relationship…
By now you know I love fire cider. I love making it. I love cooking with it. I also love drinking it! Here are three simple, creative ways to enjoy your fire cider by the glass… Cheers! fire cider smoothies WHOA. I saw you flinch…
Let me begin by saying I am an Only Child. Despite a big heart and a sensitive soul, I can be a real brat. [Not on the daily. Here and there. But still. Only Child. Where the “O” and the “C” are capitalized no matter…
Cheers! As New Year’s Eve approaches, I delight in reviewing the year-that-was as I excitedly commit to the imminent year’s emergence. Herewith, a few of my favorite ways to magickally and aromatically reflect, prepare, celebrate, and commit. Soak: A Bath for Banishing Some of us…
