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June BlueSpruce, M.P.H.

Shamanic Practitioner and Life Coach

Category: Celtic traditions

To Be of Use (with thanks to Marge Piercy)

Rael San Fratello, Teeter-Totter Wall, from Sarah Cascone, “Artists Briefly Bridge the US-Mexico Border With a Heartwarming Seesaw Linking Kids in Both Countries,” artnet news, July 30, 2019 What skills do you have now, and how are you called to use them in this moment to serve your community? This is not an idle or …

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Dreaming the Light

Sometimes a dream shines a light in a dark place. We are in the midst of an onslaught of terrible news. Our country has long been a beacon of hope for immigrants, including, for most of us, our ancestors. Now our government is incarcerating immigrants in concentration camps at our southern border and across the …

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An Encounter with Aos Sí, the Faerie Folk

I have straddled the boundary between what I know and what I don’t know, what is known and what can’t be known, all my life. All I can certain of is what is happening right now in this moment, in my body, in my life. And even that I’m not certain about. I’ve been trained …

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Leaning on Our Ancestors

Yesterday, on the eve of Samhain (Halloween), I prepared an altar in our living room to honor our beloved dead. On the cedar chest built by my wife Martha’s grandfather, I placed cedar boughs blessed in sacred circles held over the past two months. On top of the cedar, Martha and I arranged photos of …

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Living on the Edge

I am on edge. On the edge of my seat. It’s the edge of night. The edge of a cliff, a wave. We are edging toward – what? Skating close to the edge. On the leading edge – but who’s leading? On the cutting edge – but who’s cutting, and who or what is being …

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Authoritarianism and My Garden

It has been a terrible couple of weeks in national news – a terrible couple of years, actually. When I feel despair, I restore a sense of balance and hope by taking effective action where I can. And I work in my garden. A few weeks ago, after days of rain, the rich soil in our parking strip was …

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Grandmother at Bealtaine

I have a newborn granddaughter. Everything I knew before about being a grandmother is now rooted in the body. I know it in my eyes, heart, belly, bones, down into the Earth. We are all rooted in Earth. She is our mother, in the largest sense. Everything we are comes from her. Seeds planted by …

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Love in a Dangerous Time

Title with a nod to Bruce Cockburn [1] Imbolc, celebrated Feb. 1 in the Celtic world, is traditionally a time to sweep out the old and welcome in the new. A time of initiation into and commitment to a new path in life. The process of initiation starts with the breakdown and death of old ways …

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Sovereignty and Justice

Today is Samhain, the beginning of the dark half of the year. The time of An Cailleach, the fearsome, wild, wise crone, so ancient that she made her home in the western mountains of Ireland before the Celts came. She is the goddess of sovereignty, and it is no accident that men who have egregiously …

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Nourishment

Walking down the street to water our friends’ garden while they were on vacation, I heard the familiar call of a Northern flicker and looked up. Perched on a wire right above my head was a male, with his unmistakable tan belly, black spots and crescent-shaped chest patch. I’d never seen one quite so close. …

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