Lionheart

What’s in a name, one might ask? My name, Cat, like the animal, was first a happy accident and then a deliberate choice. I tried out Kate, Cathy and Katie, all perfectly fine derivatives of Catherine, but none felt quite right. As a girl, I was always uncomfortable so I tried to make everyone else... Continue Reading →

Midsummer Magic

The longest day is approaching, Midsummer, and like the missing girls from Picnic at Hanging Rock, I feel entranced by the seductive and mysterious formations of nature, day-dreaming of nothing more than wanting to escape, escape, escape. Along with the solstice, we enter the mothering, all-encompassing water sign of Cancer ending the week with a... Continue Reading →

The Teaching New Moon in Taurus

Admiring the cherry blossoms at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden is an old NYC pastime that brings everyone out of their apartments and into the fields marveling at the fleeting pink beauties. Yet all I could think about were my allergies, broken sunglasses, and the one too many layers I wore on this otherwise picturesque outing.... Continue Reading →

Fleeting Beauties of Spring

“Loveliest of trees, the cherry now.” – A.E. Housman As we welcome the season of springtime this Monday, March 20th with the Vernal (Spring) Equinox, I find myself craving moments of quiet beauty. The Spring Equinox, also referred to as Ostara, is a time of balance between night and day where we celebrate the promise... Continue Reading →

Magic for the Heart

Working in an occult shop as Valentine’s Day approached always brought out the romantic and amateur sociologist in me. I never grew tired of hearing people’s tales of broken hearts, sweet kisses, and the courage of commitment. For a secular holiday with murky and not so romantic origins, Valentine’s Day holds such a sense of... Continue Reading →

In Goddess We Trust

“NOT EVERY WOMAN IS A WITCH. BUT EVERY WOMAN IS A FACE OF THE GODDESS.”~ JANET FARRARI’m still glowing with the energetic waves of protest from the Women’s March here in NYC and collectively all over the world. One goddess and asteroid in particular came to me this week in meditations on activism. Pallas Athene,... Continue Reading →

December Will Be Magic Again

As I sit hunched over in my frigid apartment warming my extremities with space heaters and candlelight, I hear Kate Bush’s lyrics in my ear repeating like a mantra, “December Will Be Magic Again.” I breathe her mystical soprano in and repeat her words. Lighting a gold candle I watch the bright flame grow and... Continue Reading →

Night Hags Unite!

Little known fact, I used to be a burlesque dancer in my younger years, and learned all tricks of the trade from mastering a glove peel to the ultimate joy of tassel-twirling. My most memorable acts, however, were always the subversive ones that allowed audiences to relate and celebrate frank expressions of sexuality and personal... Continue Reading →

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