About Rhyd Wildermuth

An intractable tea-swilling leftist-punk bard, Rhyd Wildermuth has left bits of his heart(h) everywhere—in a satyr’s den in Berlin, hanging from an elder tree over a holy well in Bretagne, scattered in back alleys of Seattle, and lost somewhere in the bottom of his rucksack. He’s devoted to Welsh gods, breathes words, makes candles, plays recorder, fumbles with tech, and refuses ever to learn to drive. He also writes at paganarch.com.

What Watches As We Laugh?

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To think of land spirits as only passive victims of our rage and human endeavors is to paint them as static, unfeeling, and uncurious beings, without much agency. If they notice when we humans are at our worst, why would they not also notice when we are at our best? [Read more...]

Ferguson is a Forest

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What if you weren’t allowed in a forest? How Private Property and Spirits of Place apply to Ferguson, Missouri [Read more...]

Our Dark Secret

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15 years ago, two ten-year old boys saved a city from our dark secret…. [Read more...]

Finding Land Spirits and The Fae

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Helpful tips to finding the Fae and Land Spirits, and also, advice to make your car better! [Read more...]

Under the Pavement, The Forest

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Imagine a forest underneath the pavement, waiting to come out…. [Read more...]

The Crossroads of Memory

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Walking the paths of memory might get us closer to understanding eternity… [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: The Dead

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The Dead are never far away. Sixth in the series, “Where They May Be Found.” [Read more...]


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