#danielle dulsky

"These are the days when a rage most righteous is a lantern we carry, a holy flame we trust will illuminate the hidden way forward as we continue this global Underworld journey. Here, as we walk together through the dark, we spit curses at the war-mongers, sing over the shattered bones of our broken beliefs, and hear the howls of mothers echo through the caverns of deep time. Here, in this haunted forest thick with all the old ghosts, we need poetry full of teeth and awe. We need prayers for peace, yes, but also for justice and truth, and we need to sense the unseen intelligence afoot."

Let’s forget what we were told about her, for the glow of her face falls on every woman differently, and she never casts the same reflection twice.

I love this turn of the wheel because it takes me back to the shadows, to the womb of all things, to the cave of creation. I started on this particular path in a garden in 2003, by twin oaks, who later gifted me a lightning-struck branch that would become my ogham fews. I cannot return to that garden in person, but I carry it with me. So, I centered, grounded, and drew out three fews for this new season. I am returning to Danielle Dulsky and her Holy Wild, seeing it with different eyes. And I am celebrating the dark night of the soul that has brought me to this moment.

You must give yourself permission to change constantly, every sleep a restful sort of moonlit labor during which you give birth to a new version of yourself just as the sun rises.

the whispers beneath the whispers beneath the whispers

We must continually and willingly descend into our depths in order to retrieve the buried treasures of authentic belief, these deep knowings that are truly ours rather than those gleaming just on the surface, planted there by others in an effort to distract us from the downward, soul-bound journey where we just might harvest a necessary and destructive fearlessness.

This is a moon of righteous becoming. Here, we become nothing and everything at once, generative befuddlement becomes a portal to infinite possibility, and we allow ourself to fray at the edges just a bit so we might be later rewoven into an unexpected and exquisite design.