Do Not Look There, Unless You’d Leave

Apparently, I’m going to New Grange for Midwinter Solstice.

Sea-Foam and Un-Reached Summits

On Mabon, and visions at the (not-quite) top of a mountain.

Gods Mean Something. You Can Too.

On Ferguson, gods, and the selfishness of “personal evolution.”

Wildean Intersexuality

A dispatch from New York.

Yes (Beltaine, 2014)

Ceridwen That was a very long death this time. I guess I needed to see the ladle in Her hand to get the point, because seeing Her sickle in the sky and greeting Her means something. I forget. I forget life while in death. I forget the light in the darkness, just as I forget […]