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.

The Burning Heart of the Forest

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The Burning Heart of the Forest will never die out: a photo essay [Read more...]

The Science of Subjugation

Bakken pumpjacks (photo by Paganarch)

Drilling into Nature’s resisting holes: Francis Bacon and the rape of Nature. [Read more...]

Gods Under Glass

Neolithic Idol (photo by Paganarch)

Why seeing gods in museums makes me a bit uncomfortable. [Read more...]

What Watches As We Laugh?

Southern Live Oak, with Moss.

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...]


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