by Kelley Harrell | Nov 7, 2023 | Essay
I tire of the quest for resources on myths and expressions of land-based cosmology that aren’t filtered through the supremacy of xtianity.
I want to know the secret ecology of the well maidens.
I want to re-member the charity of Tyr’s sacrifice for animism with Fenrir’s allegiance to the wild.
I want to rest in the safety of Cailleach’s anger.
I want to meet a god who did not rape to provoke systemic change.
by Kelley Harrell | Oct 17, 2023 | Creepy, Essay
For me, using a Ouija board has to meet the same criteria any spirit engagement must meet: how does it improve how I’m in relationship with my cosmology?
by Kelley Harrell | Oct 12, 2023 | Essay, Featured Soul Tending
When we cheerlead the ecosystem as it does its thing, we’re more intentionally part of it, IT can be bigger. It can be more enlivened with all who participate. In this way, human-persons play a role in seasonal change.
by Kelley Harrell | Sep 26, 2023 | BookPromotion, Essay
Even though I had a wonderful elder who taught me that everything was alive, I was unable to assimilate that awareness and my experience of souls into the demands of everyday life. This is the book I wish I’d had.
by Kelley Harrell | Sep 12, 2023 | Essay
When I was able to produce Birth Rune Snapshots, I included a bit of research into what the runes of the Age of Aquarius would be. It’s not specific to one rune, as Aquarius comprises two in Pennick’s runic calendar. Both are very on pointe for the transition of the world stage right now. What do you think?
The same way that we can track personal birth runes, we can also examine those of Ages. As this span moves more slowly, these runes have less of an impact on our day-to-day, and comment more on the overall tones, attitudes, and concerns of our time.
by Kelley Harrell | Sep 1, 2023 | BookPromotion, Essay, Memoir
The first time I tried to write what would be Gift of the Dreamtime, I was seven years old. I called it “The Incontrovertible Truth.” I don’t even know where I learned that word. My story was hand-written on wide-ruled notebook paper in a powder blue paper binder. That conviction and drive to put it all into words persisted into its final publication nineteen years ago, 1 September 2004 by Spilled Candy Books.
That revelation sat hard a few weeks ago, and it left me exploring who I was when I wrote it and what has changed for me now. By the time Gift of the Dreamtime was fully conceived, I recognized its context as my initiatory wound where soul tending is concerned. The whole time through its writing I questioned whether I should be writing it to share. Was it enough to just put it into words for myself? Every time I heard, “No.”