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Every time I hear about rape, sexual assault, violence, or harassment, I notice that I don’t have a visceral reaction.  I should, I think.  The language around it is, probably necessarily, non-descript and somewhat abstract.

“She is a rape victim.”  It’s a powerful sentence, all too commonly used.  So commonly, in fact, that I’d assert we are a little desensitized to it.  Rape is a gut wrenching, heart-breaking, debasing thing to experience.  It’s a brutal thing to do to someone.  Taking away a person’s choice, violating their body, asserting control in a way that is dehumanizing.

It’s not the same as showing someone porn when they enter a room for their annual review.  That’s obnoxious, offensive harassment intended to capitalize on a power-over situation.   It may be humiliating to a woman who imagines she’s brought such idiocy on herself, but it’s not rape.  I would know.  It happened to me.   It’s rotten, it’s had the effect of hardening me to men’s advances and making me dismissive of ridiculous stunts like that.  But it bespeaks what people expect to get away with.  It demonstrates the perceived pecking order.  Even where women are in positions of power we’ve earned it by going the extra mile 10 times over, and done so despite the expectation that we should pitch in to help even when it’s not in our job description.  I don’t think the same unconscious bias exists for men.

Here’s something else that’s happened recently:  I received a call from a very close friend — she was distraught — why?  Her daughter was raped.  A beautiful young woman, 20 years old.  Tall, blonde, slender, always smiling.  She comes from a loving, close family.  She works a job and goes to school part time.  She takes care of her younger siblings, trusts her friends, and now, she’s trying to sort out how she can put this behind her.

Well, she won’t put it behind her.  I would know.  I was raped, too.

I did the same thing she is doing.  I kept quiet for a long time.  When I managed to admit what had happened I wanted to not talk about it.   Talking about it brought it closer, made gaining distance from it impossible.  Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

There are so many horrific stories that my story and my friend’s story are sort of mild by comparison to infants being raped or war crimes that make rape into something altogether more ghastly.  Still, I think for any rapist the point is to make themselves into something they aren’t:  a person in control.

While all of this plays out in the papers, the courts, in art, and in grassroots events, please consider that we victims of rape are everywhere around you.  At the office, at school, at the grocery store, maybe in your family or circle of friends.  And there really are things that we can do.  Keep health clinics that offer free health care, like planned parenthood, open.  https://www.plannedparenthood.org/  Support organizations like RAINN.  https://www.rainn.org/  And be kind to people on the premise that they are dealing with something you don’t know about.

For my friend’s daughter – we’ll call her Amy – she has the support of a family that can be present for her and love her.  But she’ll have to sort out how to carry this around with her as she goes through life.  We all do.

The year’s longest day.  Birds singing, strawberries ripening, Rhubarb ready – lettuce starting to bolt.  It’s the first wave of summer goodness and the trip the sun takes from here is down.  We have entered the realm of the holly king.  Seems impossible – we just got to summer.  But there you are – the only constant is change.

The magic if midsummer is about realization in the moment and enjoying what’s good, what’s present and available.  This is the time to count blessings and thank whatever divine source you connect to for the talents and skills you’ve acquired, the comforts you’ve garnered, the relationships you enjoy, your job or means of support.

And for change, for transformation, it could be anything from making a delicious crisp that nurtures your heart and taste buds to sitting out to watch the sun rise with a cup of coffee and listening to the birds sing to making a resolution filled with self love and trust.

This year I worked on healing wounds – neglect-wounds.  I grew from a child to a young woman without the support and love of a mother present to care for me.  Not when I was 2, not when I was 20, not when I had my kids, and not now.   She just had more important things to do.  Friends to see.  Whatever else she prioritized.  She might have been too young to be an attentive mother.  She might have been too damaged or fragile or maybe just too selfish.  It doesn’t matter why.  The magic is in seeing it, accepting it, and making lemonade with your lemons.   I also made a crisp and sat out at sunrise.  🙂

This midsummer I thanked myself for being a better mom for my kids than I had.  I thanked myself for the self-reliance I developed taking care of myself.   And I promise to be a better parent to myself than my mother was.  Lemonade.

The magic of midsummer is ease.  Enough ease to pause and take stock.  Enough light to see a little farther, a little longer.  And rhubarb, strawberries, lettuce, grass, trees, birds, sweet, warm air.

Every single act is sacred.  Every single thought is sacred.  Every single feeling is sacred. Each, created, sends ripples out into the world, in turn moving energy, perception, action, thoughts, feelings.

May our actions, thoughts, and feelings heal, comfort, support, and create awareness this summer solstice.  May we all have what we need.  May we all be happy.  May we all be well.

The Northeast is experiencing Beltane more or less on time this year.  Sex in the fields, yeah.  May 2nd is expected to be crazy warm this year – the sun will rise on warm soil and heat the Earth like it means it.  Radishes and lettuce will wonder what happened and humans will feel the dirt on their backs and round buttocks like a song…

And it’s time to think on what we are cultivating.  What’s your inspiration?  To be immersed in a drown-you-passion?  To have a free-yourself romance?  Or something cooler – tranquility?  Deeper awareness or connection.  Money.  A new job doing what you love?  A new home, a lover that sets you on fire? Care-free care for the people who need care so that you can rest?  What do you want?  See it.

Now is the time to plant the seed.

My coven mates:  For my new home and housemates to be felicitous, grateful, creative, alive.  For sex to be wet, warm, deep, fast, hot.  For my lover to be as fabulous as ever. For my growing season to be happy, full of dance.  For my garden to be a creative space full of wild growing flowers and vegetables.  Dinner together,  For us to be healthy, energetic, loving, creative, self-aware.

We all boil it down to what matters and feels good.  Whatever you plant, when you push your index finger, your will, into the soil – make it real.  Feel the moist richness receive and surround your fingertip, smell the soil’s rich fecundity.  Know that germination is magic.  Magic and love.

It’s a new moon.  A good time to make room for what we want, let go of what we don’t, declutter.  And Ostara – the spring festival – is nearly here, so spring cleaning is a thing right now.  So is deciding what we want to plant this year.

Being a complicated, messy business, life demands resourcefulness and intention.  We all have to find our way, emphasis wherever it feels right.

For me, it’s always been the craft.  With a graduate degree in comparative religious studies that, not surprisingly omitted the craft, I have proven to myself over and over that this is the road I travel, the practice that calls and supports me.  Studying the history of religion was a valuable way to rationalize it – my reasoning mind demanded it.  As a young woman whose family are strict christians of the Lutheran variety, I had to give myself permission.

And so here I am, about 25 years in.  It’s Ostara – happens to be my mother’s birthday.  She’s a perfect Ostara baby – fresh, open, whimsical.  She has the unique capacity to start fresh whenever she needs to and find joy in a new direction with no remorse or misgivings.   Think eggs, seeds, crocus, and all that is beautiful and promising in spring – endlessly.

She drives me crazy, as mothers do, but I respect her nature and her gifts.

While she recognizes the challenges of a given situation she frequently chooses to look past them to what she wants – and to frame things accordingly.   For a practical, earthy Scorpio type it’s hard to deal with sometimes, but I see the beauty and value of it.

Related to this, I have found that witchcraft demands a keen eye and the capacity to deeply understand a situation, its causes and effects.  Why?  Because spell work can backfire.  Banish something you don’t want and other things – things you cherish – can go with it.  Or it leaves a void that makes room for something you’d rather not have in your life. Call an experience to you and likewise you trade it for something else, or it travels with something you didn’t expect (yes, this is an experienced witch talking).  In other words: be careful what you wish for.  Be thoughtful, be in the flow, and know how you got to where you are.  Since none of us *really* knows what we’ll find when we get to wherever we are going, a little faith in ourselves, the universe, and its mysteries is important, too…

Even with the wind still blowing and the snow still protecting the ground, I am breathing a relieved welcome to spring, because that’s how winter lets go in the Northeast and makes room for the light.  Notice the birds singing more and the first buds on trees.  It’s subtle, but it’s here.

In that spirit, if you need to let go of something in your life be sure to fill that space with something lovely — balance your intentions and your spells — cover what you are calling in when working to move things out.   Thetravelingwitch.com has some fun suggestions and methods for the curious.

And to my sister and brother witches in the craft – cheers!  May you fill your Ostara eggs with love, joy, and a good dose of fun this coming season.

xoxoxo