Irish-American Witchcraft: Midsummer – Honoring Áine and the Other Crowd

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Midsummer is fast approaching and Morgan takes a moment to share with us her family’s traditions and practices. [Read more...]

The Path of She: A Summer Solstice Meditation – Thou Art Goddess

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The wheel of the year turns and the longest day, the Summer Solstice, is upon us. The powers of life are turned on high, gifting us with a heady display of a natural world in its fully unfurled beauty and overflowing abundance. [Read more...]

The Witches Next Door: Beltane Rituals – Beyond the Bang

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What if boinking a beloved (or beloveds) isn’t your idea of celebrating Beltane? What if you don’t associate the arriving Rites of Spring with the the literal act(s) of, ahem, raising the Maypole? [Read more...]

Seeking the Grail: The Waters of Spring

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Ostara hasn’t ever been one of my favorite holidays, and yet I can’t ignore how the first breath of springtime air makes me feel. The rush of spring reminds me of my own Grail Quest to recover my creativity and inspiration after a major depression. What invigorates you? How can you invite in that breath of spring? [Read more...]

The Busy Witch: An Imbolc Offering

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I’ve always been drawn to Brigid, and as my Imbolc celebrations continue, I wanted to share a poem that I’ve written this year as an offering to the goddess of smith-craft and poetry. May the dark season be lifting for you, and may we step with joy into the light. [Read more...]

The Busy Witch: Winter Wind-Down

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I’ve realized that, even as the darkness pushes me inside myself, if I take the time to properly honor the season, I can do better than just survive in winter; I can begin to heal, to rest and restore, in preparation for a thriving new year. [Read more...]

The Zen Pagan: Santa Claus and the Nature of the Gods

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Sophisticated cynics know that it’s a bunch of bunk, of course. There is no jolly old elf at the North Pole. There is no magic sleigh, no one coming down the chimney, and your parents are going to eat those cookies.

And yet…and yet…somehow, the gifts still end up under the tree.
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