I enjoy decorating with fake flowers. Yes, I’ll admit it. I know they’ve long had the reputation for being 1980s dusty hideous relics of your grandmother’s cozy but a bit dowdy style, but they absolutely don’t have to be.

I believe in magic. And by magic, I mean not only the big things, like faeries and miraculous wonders, but also the small daily magics, like synchronicity, messages from nature, the sound of a crow to remind you to pay attention.

I couldn’t neglect telling you that I just finished my dear friend Shveta Thakrar’s new book, The Dream Runners, and it is a lush and immersive delight!

One year ago today, I had the most traumatic experience of my entire life. It was a staggering blow to my entire world.

I love Beltane. On the pagan calendar, I would rank it right behind Midsummer and Yule as my favorite of the sabbats. There’s something about the energy behind the holiday, the feverish enthusiasm of the new sun, the spring warm air, the flowers blooming.