The veil between the worlds grows thin this time of the year, and our thoughts turn naturally toward those we have loved and lost.

October is here, and it feels like a true gift to be here again. Last October, I published the first article of this blog/magazine - engaged, believing, manifesting, however uncertain of where the path would lead.

In the courts of Renaissance Europe, the line between “magician” and “scientist” was far thinner than we imagine today. Two men embody this paradox: John Dee, the advisor to Queen Elizabeth I, and Nostradamus, the famous French astrologer, astronomer and clairvoyant. Each was celebrated in their own time — but fascinatingly enough; the way we remember them has been reversed.

September comes, whispering quietly of autumn. We find ourselves slowly merging into a time of reflection and giving thanks.

August arrives like a light feather coming in after a hot and dense July.

July opens its arms with warmth and wild abundance - inviting us to step barefoot into the fields and forests, to gather what the land offers in this short, but sweet period of the year.

Foraging is high up on my list of spring activities. May is full of the plant the Sun made is its image: Dandelion.

We are finally entering the world of Halloween, when children toss the nice and tidy - and become ghosts, vampires, witches and magicians.

As we enter the month of August, we find ourselves at a pivotal moment in the year — the First Harvest.

As the dark absorbs the light, it is also in the yin I am able to absorb and internalize what I collect and experience in yang states.