fey 
@fey@pagan.plus
Satanic witch whose craft blends ancestral Celtic & Germanic animism with occult esoterica & hopefully the law of Maple Nation. Specialized in seasonal rites, ritual art, sex magic, sacred BDSM, divination, plants, traditional skills, the night sky, death work, apocalypse. Technoskeptical. ⛧Ⓐ Gender is “witch” or “goth.” I’m also a genderfluid woman: woman now, haven't always been, may not always stay one. Part of the Cymric (Welsh) diaspora on occupied Turtle Island. 18+ only!
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@rancholibertad@climatejustice.social it's definitely a tough call!
For my own workshop that I've been doing along intersecting lines, the goal for me is to always start it in the autumn (skipping this year obviously) because I think it's a good season to get outside & start observing things without being completely overwhelmed by the sheer volume of stuff there is to notice in spring or summer, & without having to really probe around for stuff to follow in the winter. But what counts as summer vs. autumn is latitudinally relative so who knows!
"Solar Autumn + Full Moon: Fertility reexamined"
It's Friday, and on this particular Friday I have been married for fifteen years, and tomorrow comes the holiday that my owner and I mark as Calan Awst, but which many of you may call Lughnasadh or Lammas. As the observance of the grain harvest and a celebration of other first fruits, it is a day in which fertility rites naturally come to the fore, but less as a matter of hope and sacrifice like we witness in the spring or summer, and more a matter of thanksgiving for what the earth has gifted us — and of reckoning how much we can now carry with us into the ever-looming darker half of the year. What was sown shall be reaped, and we honor it.
Because of what I have endeavored to reap from my own womb for more than a decade, and because of how near I draw to that moment, I think now is an important time for me to take stock of what I have bodily endured, paying respect to the agonies of earlier attempts but acknowledging that mostly I no longer ought to grapple with the spectre of barrenness; I am instead awakening to the equal challenge of living as two-in-one beings. First in that most uncanny mammalian way, then whenever I release my burden into the wider world and remain forever responsible-yet-not for its own life and doings.
Since — as I have already warned readers a few times — this process lately been reshaping my very mind and thus for at least a little while I find my writing is strongest in a fully creative rather than analytical mode, the meditations I offer today are not strung together in a deliberate order, and various ideas may present themselves through vignettes. There is not one central thesis.
My words are an untranslated transmission of what stands on the threshold of the veil.
*A content warning applies throughout this piece for clinical infertility, miscarriage, pregnancy termination, forced birth, right-wing/patriarchal pronatalism, and everything remotely in that realm.*
