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June BlueSpruce, MPH

Intuitive Healer, Mentor, and Life Coach

Category: Celtic traditions

Labor

Síle na Gigh showed me, squatting, spreading her luscious lower lips wide open, grinning. Síle showed me the way to the womb of the Great Mother, Gaia, Mother Earth. As our group of women called in the elements – air, fire, water, earth – we listened to hear what they had to say to us. …

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What Will This Fall’s Harvest Be?

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Within the next six months, we will determine the fate of democracy in the United States. This is not hyperbole. If our democracy dies, many people will die too – even more than COVID-19 has already killed. Black people, Indigenous people, and people of color (BIPOC) are particularly at …

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Brigid’s Flame on a Dark Day

Sr. Phil O’Shea at Solas Bhride Centre, Kildare, Ireland, 2016 “Solas Bhride is a Christian Spirituality Centre which welcomes people of all faiths and of no faith. The Vision of the Centre is to unfold the legacy of St. Brigid and its relevance for our time.” Yesterday, on Jan. 31, the eve of Imbolc, two …

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Grief and Gratitude

The cusp of death can conjure joy as well as pain, gratitude as well as grief, connection as well as separation – if we are open to it. At Samhain, celebrated on Oct. 31-Nov. 1, the veil between the world of the living and the world of the dead is thin. We remember and commune …

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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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