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"
I propose that Nature is the absolute ground of being for all spiritual matters, regardless of where a person may place their religious focus. Formulated in this manner, individual spiritual practices are not invalidated. Adopting this worldview—or rather, grounding one’s perception to include this reality—provides the spiritual seeker a vast new field of possibilities roughly […]Read more "The Ground of Spirit: A Manifesto"
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"
The story goes* that there was once a youth of such beauty in ancient Greece, that Zeus could not help but to fall in love with him. Of course, Hera forbid the consummation of her husband’s lust and, of course, Zeus did it any way in his own clever ways. He transformed into an eagle […]Read more "Dawning of the Age of"
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"
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"