There is a tree growing wild in a field of bones and ancient ashes. It shines with phantasmagorical color, a statement of ecstasy and potential so great it draws timid souls to it for exotic fruit. Its branches sway with the whispers of the past and, carved upon its bark, are a myriad visions of […]Read more "Unifying Paganism"
One realization dawned on me, more than any other, while walking and enjoying myself through the weekend festivities at Sunfest 2018: Whether the thousands of people partying knew it or not, they were celebrating Beltane. It was the weekend after the three-day window given for the traditional Celtic celebration and there was no overt religious imagery […]Read more "Celebrating the Rites"
This series of posts will expand upon the “Goals & Ideas for Members” now part of the Pagan Environmental Alliance‘s Mission. Though not exhaustive, I hope they will provide inspiration. Please share further ideas, insights, and suggestions! ~*~ Outside of Pagan Pride Days, festivals, and cozy private meetups; beyond the comfort of anonymity; beyond the wilderness […]Read more "Embracing Pride"
This series of posts will expand upon the “Goals & Ideas for Members” now part of the Pagan Environmental Alliance‘s Mission. Though not exhaustive, I hope they will provide inspiration. Please share further ideas, insights, and suggestions! ~*~ We wouldn’t expect to hear of any part of Trump’s Government promoting citizens and organizations #honornativeland and […]Read more "Honoring Alliances"
There is desperate need in the Waiting Supplicants, knelt before the altar of the Vastness, lost in shadows. Darkest night passes above, around them–within–and seems to suffocate all hope. Beyond the cavern, the grunts and growls of hungry creatures claim the pre-dawn gloom. They pray, little more than whispers, but fervently alight with that hope […]Read more "Waiting for the Light"
The natural disasters we see today scouring the land are the heralds of a New World, cast in the howling winds and flames of the Old World’s ruin. Below the surface, hidden in the parched and sickened soil, the invisible neighbors that ensure the rot and rebirth of life wither and falter. The cycle breaks. […]Read more "Howling, Burning Spirit"
I began with this work just after Ferguson, but I wasn’t focused on that spiritually yet. I knew of the struggle of the black community and I mourned with them. I even went to a vigil held in my city and spoke often to friends and colleagues in support of Black Lives Matter. I still […]Read more "In Light of Recent Events"