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Here is an Eclipse poem and a few short and sweet ritual tips for the Solar Eclipse.

Tales from the Majestic Mothership is BACK! Jen and Ellie return to the mic to talk Gemini into Cancer season , finding your inner regality, and bear survival.

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Love this poem on the Winter Solstice!

"It was beginning winter"

The holidays are upon us!!! This week Jen + Ellie are back to talk the November Crystal of the Month: Malachite, and how it can get you through the holidays this year! They also touch upon their absolute must-haves to make every holiday that much more delightful.

I couldn't help myself!  A poem that helps me process all this eclipse-y stuff!!!

Enjoy!

XO Jen

Waiting—Afield at Dusk

Robert Frost - 1874-1963

What things for dream there are when spectre-like,

Moving among tall haycocks lightly piled,

I enter alone upon the stubble field,

From which the laborers’ voices late have died,

And in the antiphony of afterglow

And rising full moon, sit me down

Upon the full moon’s side of the first haycock

And lose myself amid so many alike.

I dream upon the opposing lights of the hour,

Preventing shadow until the moon prevail;

I dream upon the night-hawks peopling heaven,

Each circling each with vague unearthly cry,

Or plunging headlong with fierce twang afar;

And on the bat’s mute antics, who would seem

Dimly to have made out my secret place,

Only to lose it when he pirouettes,

And seek it endlessly with purblind haste;

On the last swallow’s sweep; and on the rasp

In the abyss of odor and rustle at my back,

That, silenced by my advent, finds once more,

After an interval, his instrument,

And tries once—twice—and thrice if I be there;

And on the worn book of old-golden song

I brought not here to read, it seems, but hold

And freshen in this air of withering sweetness;

But on the memory of one absent most,

For whom these lines when they shall greet her eyes.

This poem is in the public domain.

Celebrate our 2nd Halloween on the Mothership pod with Jen + Ellie! Sporting Halloween looks from the visual plane, our two beloved tribe team members sit down to discuss tapping into the magic around you, being open-minded to some delightfully dark lore and myth, and some Halloween-inspired favorite fairytales

Delve into the spooky lore of Edgar Allen Poe's The Raven. This year's Scary Pause comes with all the same things you loved about last year's: Jen's chilling reading pace that leaves us in suspense, and with immersive sound effects and background music to bring you even closer to Poe's dark world. Have fun getting spooky with us! Listen alone at your own risk!

This week Jen + Ellie rejoin fresh off an incredible retreat to discuss Transcendentalism, finding light in your life, and honoring the sacred elements around you

Watch Scooby Doo during your nap here: https://play.hbomax.com/page/urn:hbo:page:GXebONASZ8sPCwwEAAD_C:type:series