February Enters

Hello friends,

January felt hard to me, and to a lot of people I know. Creativity was hard to come by. There were moments of peace, and even joy, but they were scattered throughout hours of grief, exhaustion, anger, and for some of us, a sense of defeat.

And then February dawned. Sun poked its head out after ice and snow and rain. Sunrises are so spectacular that my phone camera can in no way do them justice.

The Goddess Brigid has arrived, in Portland Oregon, at least. And I am filled with gratitude for that. It’s a time of poetry. A time to invoke—in the Northern hemisphere—the liminal space between winter and spring. A time to invoke promise and potential.

I’d like to share an old poem with you, that I wrote in 2007…

No matter what the world sends us, we can still choose to “till a field, teach a child, ladle soup, build a world.” And we must keep finding ways to do this with each other. I put my trust in us.

Wishing you a good February, wherever you are.

blessings — Thorn

When the Goddess Brigid issues a challenge, a witch answers… With the help of his coven, Tobias must walk into the fire, while not losing the man he is rapidly coming to love. Find out what happens in By Flame: The Witches of Portland, Book Two.