Gateway Goddess: Through the Desert, Home

Blue sky, red rocks, hardy plants teach spiritual lessons in Red Rock Canyon, Nevada

The desert was beautiful. I loved looking at the texture of the mountains, the rocks, the sand, the spiky and determined plants. I reveled in the intense blue of the sky, the breathtaking abundance of stars. Yet, never before have I felt so unable to connect with the spirits of a place. [Read more...]

Gateway Goddess: Looking at Lent through Pagan Eyes

Unplugging from media can be a sacrificial act. Photo by Samuel M. Livingston.

I used to say that as a Pagan, well, I didn’t do sacrifice. Now, I have a more subtle understanding: to sacrifice something is to offer it up to the sacred, thus increasing our own connection with Divinity. [Read more...]

Gateway Goddess: Imbolc – Feeding the Hunger of New Lives with Milk and Fire

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I’ve been told Imbolc is derived from the Celtic words for “in the belly,” or “the quickening.” And, I’m reminded this year of the idiom that combines those two images of Imbolc into “fire in the belly.” Fire in the belly–desire, drive, the will to achieve. [Read more...]

Gateway Goddess: Poison Ivy Vengeance – A Trickster Teacher

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Small farm girl, angry with her brothers. She knows how to get even. She gathers a large bunch of poison ivy and rubs it on their skin. Revenge. On them, and on her. “She got it worse than they did,” her father said. He laughed a little, that “Kids, what are you gonna do” kind of [Read More...]

Gateway Goddess: St. Louis Pagan Picnic – 20 years of open-air Pagan community

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If someone were to ask me what Pagan community is like in the St. Louis area, I’d say, “Picnic.” Part festival, part family reunion, and altogether joyous, the St. Louis Pagan Picnic celebrated its 20th anniversary June 9 and 10. Organizers said more than 4,000 people—perhaps as many as 4,500—gathered over two days in Tower Grove [Read More...]

Gateway Goddess: The Transit of Venus, Gifts, and Gratitude

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The tree stood alone, just to the side of the small parking space near Monk’s Mound. A couple small, concrete benches made it a perfect picnic spot. Wendy and I walked to the tree, having decided to have a bit of lunch before climbing the 98-foot tall earth mound built centuries before, basket of earth [Read More...]


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