Remembering the never born: claiming a sibling as an Ancestor

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I claim my never-born sibling as an Ancestor, because hir death fundamentally shaped my life. And so, this Samhain, I will be inviting my spirit child sibling to come and share the evening with me, as a member of my family of Mighty Dead, Beloved Dead and Ancestors. [Read more...]

The Queen of Fair Elfland

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Now, I think I could make a good case that New Orleans and Faerie are not that different in some respects. They are both beautiful and a bit, well, sketchy; full of glamorie, charming and occasionally unseelie inhabitants, and very good musicians. They both exist on their own terms, with an independent sense of the passage of time and a peculiar etiquette. Really the biggest difference is that if you go to New Orleans, you definitely want to eat the food. [Read more...]

Different And The Same

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Over the past week I have been in Amsterdam, The Netherlands; Glasgow, Scotland; London, England; and now I am in Manchester, England. The rain has followed me everywhere. I can see by the news that each place has gotten sunny after I leave it, so the rain must be following me around like a lost [Read More...]

Gods In-Between

"In The Gloaming" (Atkinson Grimshaw--1878)

Traveling has taught me that, between here and there is another place altogether, and it’s in that in-between where I’ve learned to find the gods. [Read more...]

The Place of Death.

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I’ve known for a while that one day I would have to learn what death was like — so far every supposedly terminal person I’d done healing for had recovered. But this friend was not going to be the person to teach me about Death. I told her, “No. It can’t be you. That’s just not right. You were supposed to go to the clinic in the morning!” [Read more...]

Traveling Toward Birth (Part 2)

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This dream bothered me so much. Why was I taking the little boy to Thailand when his mother is in America? What was this passport that I’d forgotten? What did these symbols mean? (I must be the worst shaman of all time!) [Read more...]

‘Big’ people are people, too.

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Living in Eskdalemuir and not being part of the Samyé Ling community is an interesting experience. It has its advantages. But it’s also strange, in unexpected ways. [Read more...]


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