Mending the tears in a displaced life

The Cumbrian countryside rushing past

As Pagans following more-or-less reconstructed and/or inspired traditions at the beginning of the 21st century, I believe we are a spiritually displaced people. We do well to remember and accept our displacement in space, time and relationship, and to do what we can to reconnect ourselves. [Read more...]

The problem of Imbolc

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I’ve never felt all that connected to this spoke on the great wheel of seasonal observances. While I feel connected to all things Celtic, I grew up in Alaska, where spring lasts all of six weeks and doesn’t arrive until after Beltaine. How could the coming of spring be visible in early February?? That’s crazy talk! [Read more...]

Oiche Fhéile Bhríde: The Eve of St. Brighid’s Feast

Saint Brigid's Cross : © CC- 2008 Culnacreann

Tonight is, the eve of St. Brighid’s Feast, perhaps one of the most celebrated holidays in Ireland. No, there won’t be any mad parties or green beer. Not even wild heathen drumming on the High Places. Instead, this evening is about family, purification, and continuity of ancient practices. [Read more...]

Transitions

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I find that when I first arrive in a place, it takes me days or even weeks to get back into a solid pattern of spiritual practice. Part of that comes from the practical problems of getting my bearings and settling into new patterns. The other part comes from “soul lag.” [Read more...]

A space of no place

The entrance to the Spiegeltent

Last week I had the honour to conduct a handfasting in a Spiegeltent: it was bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside, and it felt as though it could transport us to any point in time or space. I would not have been surprised to open the doors to find myself in another country, or on the Moon, or in another solar system entirely. [Read more...]

Waiting for spring

Chehalis Western Trail, photo courtesy of Regan House Photo

I’ve gotten out and about a little bit more in the last two weeks than I have in a while. I’m looking for signs of spring, signs of the shift to brighter days. I love winter. I love that we’re in the thick of the quiet and the cold, but this winter’s intensity is wearing on me. [Read more...]

The Work Of Our Hands: beauty, delight, and the sacred

Electric Cock : free range organic fried chicken : South Congress

The weather this week in Austin has been scrumptious! Glorious sunny, mild days that are perfect for getting out and discovering just what makes this city sacred. Today, on my last day, my Little Big and I went on Pilgrimage. [Read more...]


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