Ancestor Remembrance Project: Blood and Spirit

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Family and ancestry are not limited by blood; the choices we make link us to traditions and generations, in spirit and in action. Although my direct knowledge of my bloodline is confined to those family members I’ve known in my lifetime, I’ve embraced the idea that my connections run as deep as time. This week, as we approach Halloween, I’m taking time to honor both my direct and spiritual ancestors; blood calls to blood, but heart and spirit form lasting bonds, too. I honor those who came before: I name them family. [Read more...]

Queer of Swords: Halloween – The Secular Festival of Becoming

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Looking beyond the Undead Tomato costumes and the candy corn, is there really something basic and important underlying Halloween that is largely unrecognized? [Read more...]

Alone In Her Presence: Halloween – Inviting the Secular

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Personally, I like my Halloween with green faced ‘witches’ and candy corn, trick or treating, and carved pumpkins. Oh, how I love candy corn and a jack-o-lantern! Sure, some of those items have folkloric history in pagan-based cultures, but I want to bob apples and throw lavish parties while eating candy corn till my stomach hurts. [Read more...]

Jewish Witch: Ancestors and Genocide

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There are only so many prayers you can say for the dead before, like the dybbuk of Jewish legend, they begin to graft themselves onto you. [Read more...]

Ancestor Remembrance Project: I Remember Nana

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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. [Read more...]

When Grief Becomes Ritual, When Remembering Renews

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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. [Read more...]

The Busy Witch: Finding New Depth in the Darkness

This year, I’ll be pushing myself to make deeper connections with the people who’ve come before me, through both writing and ritual, and instead of only spending a day or two remembering, I’m committing to an entire month of reflection and dialogue. It’s a daunting process, but one I’m really looking forward to. [Read more...]


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