ArticleRemembering Ancestors of Blood, Spirit, and Place
An interfaith blogging project for the month of October! Patheos Pagan writers partner up with writers from the Progressive Christian, Jewish, and Spirituality channels to develop personal ancestor remembrance practices.
Raise the HornsPagan Pilgrimage: Glastonbury
Glastonbury England has been a religious site for thousands of years. Even before recorded history people came to marvel at the wonders of Glastonbury, and after Britain's conversion to Christianity it became a center of the new religion. Today it's a place of pilgrimage for Christians, Pagans, and a whole host of other seekers and believers. Glastonbury is a bit off the beaten path, but very much worth a visit.
Under the Ancient OaksThinking About the Gods
If you believe the Gods are many and have agency then you cannot also believe They can’t affect you unless you permit it. The two propositions are logically inconsistent.
A Sense of PlaceFinding Land Spirits and The Fae
Helpful tips to finding the Fae and Land Spirits, and also, advice to make your car better!
Sermons from the MoundArt, Agriculture, and Ancestors
Each year in October we move as pilgrims through the rural landscape, stopping at each station to read, consider, pause, interact, take pictures, try the food.
Quaker Pagan ReflectionsA Love Letter
This is my love letter to the servant-leaders of the world. Being a leader, a real, true, leader, whose commitment is to the Beloved Community, often means being the one who sets the limits and holds the boundaries. The ache of leading does not mean you are failing; it means that you accept that your work is service, and you are trying very hard to do it right.
Voodoo UniverseAccess the Spirit World with a Dumb Supper for Samhain
I remembered that when dealing with the ancestors, dumb supper or not, Silence is important. The stillness that is found in silence is when the ancestors best communicate.
Agora/The Busy WitchAncestor Remembrance Project: I Remember Nana
I wish I remembered more about my great-grandmother’s racing days. I know she and Granddad raced sporty little Corvettes, maybe sometime right after the Second World War, and I know she drove alone and won trophies, but the stories of the races were not something I remember her sharing.
AgoraWhen Grief Becomes Ritual, When Remembering Renews
Last year, I lost a beloved companion. Reclaiming's Spiral Dance ritual, now in its 35th year, was the sacred space in which I mourned. Each year, hundreds of people gather in this place to celebrate and dance with the dead, those whose names we know, and those whose names we do not know -- because what is remembered, lives.