Where They May Be Found: Arianrhod

Pond_in_a_forest_clearing_bgiu

The second in a five-part series on where I’ve met the gods. Part Two: Arianrhod. [Read more...]

Love and Magnolias

Magnolia in bloom

Love can be like a magnolia: valued but wild, blossoming suddenly out of nowhere but also growing and lasting for decades, bringing beauty and transformation to your life, offering dizzying heights and a lovely view for the intrepid climber but not without dangers and pain. All of the things I mentioned above…family, legacy, prosperity, fidelity, even clarity, have their proper roots in love. What plant or tree means home to you? What speaks of love? [Read more...]

Amsterdam

Image of an Amsterdam canal From Wikipedia. Click for original.

As I sit here listening to the ragweed and grass whisper next to a canal, I know that this has all been seen before and will be seen again. It’s not exactly the same, because we aren’t on a circle, we’re in a spiral. We’re moving along the groove in the vinyl record, and if the cycles seem like they are getting closer, that might just be because we’re getting closer to the center of the record. I don’t know. [Read more...]

Where They May Be Found: Brân

CC: Steven Kevill

The first in a five-part series on where I’ve met the gods. Part One: Bran The Blessed. [Read more...]

The Witchcraft of Place

pokeweed

Every so often, I teach a workshop I call “Ditch Witch: Magical Uses of Common Roadside Plants”…Nearly everything I could possibly need, magically speaking, is within a mile of where I am sitting right now. I live in a treasure trove built partly of ecology and partly of culture; both the vibrant, complex, living ecosystems of the Southeast, and the slow-built web of knowledge that ties the people to the land. [Read more...]

The Housing Bubble

Not my house. Just a building near by that I like the look of.

When you visit a friend’s home, you can feel if you are welcome or not. You can tell, even if it’s another family member or housemate you never see directly, if someone doesn’t want you there. You also get a feel for the dynamics of the people who live in the space. How do they get along? How do they work together? How do they feel about this space, about their lives, and about each other? [Read more...]

Fare Forward, Travelers…

rucksack

At some point, my life became a story. Gods showed up, magic became the everyday, and I had a journey to make across the ocean, a pilgrimage to holy wells and druid mountains, walled cities and cobbled alleys, all to learn the meaning of the stories that were becoming my life. And it’s still happening. [Read more...]


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