The land is made of stories

"The Coming of Bride" by John Duncan (1917)

Today in the Christian calendar is Epiphany: the official end of the 12 days of Christmas. In the Roman calendar which was adopted by Christianity, the 12 day festival of Saturnalia, beginning on 25th December, was a period out of ordinary time, a time of divination through dream and weather watching of what to expect in the year to come.For all that the period between the winter solstice and Epiphany is a time of rest, review and renewal, it's always a relief to me to be able to put this … [Read more...]

Finding the magic

Salmon swimming upstream; all photos courtesy of Everyday Life Magic.

Even though I've been in Olympia for a year I feel as though I've hardly explored any of it. Having two small children makes it tough. Sure, I take them out with me, but attempting a two mile walk can take close to two hours with them! However, thanks to a new friend here I have discovered the magic of the Mclane Creek Nature Trail. There's an easy, flat trail that loops around a small lake, with lots of ducks and beaver dams. The western side of the trail has a stream where salmon fight to … [Read more...]

Place-Based Practice: or dancing with the one who brung ya

Barton Creek

My transition to a localized Place-based practice began when I bumped into someone.You see, while my childhood relationship with Place had been specific to the farm and its immediate environs, which were geographically contained and local, my adult experience had been shaped like most of us: from books.When I discovered there was such a thing as "witchcraft" it was a moment of awakening. Learning that others, who practiced the same sorts of charms and healing I had been taught by my … [Read more...]

Lessons from the river

River Clyde, Glasgow, Scotland

I spent most of my young life living near the ocean. I could never imagine what it was like for people who never saw a beach in their lives, or who called the banks of a large lake "the beach". To me, the idea that a place where the waves weren't large enough to surf could be called a beach seemed silly, wrong headed, even. I grew up taking great comfort from the smell of the sea, the blanket of fog in the morning and evening, and the sounds of the waves. So, when I was 29 and found myself far … [Read more...]

Saying goodbye to home

MidRaeburn

The first time I really had to say goodbye to anywhere I'd called home was when I was 22 years old. It was January of 1993. Although I'd been away at university for three years, I hadn't actually moved out of my parents' home. The emotion I felt, spending my first night all alone in a strange room, cold and bare, in a house with people I'd barely met, shocked me. Of course, that was all just part of growing up, of finally becoming an adult: a necessary rite of passage. As we make our way … [Read more...]

Opportunity for guest bloggers

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All of us here at A Sense of Place are greatly enjoying sharing our journeys with you, in both the geographical and spiritual sense.If you've felt inspired by our writing to explore your own sense of place, and how that relates to your Pagan spirituality, you may be interested in writing a guest blog post (or two) for A Sense of Place.We are looking for guest bloggers to write a post about their relationship to place or some aspect of the spirituality of place. If you'd like to submit to … [Read more...]

Happy Festivities! now for light reading

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As the festive season winds down, and we slide toward secular New Year, I leave you with a bit of follow-up reading.  In my last post I offered 10 Tips for cultivating place in the city.  Within that post I mention some ideas that were revolutionary for me.  Crafting a ritual year unique to my locale and beginning to work with a Place specific mythos (which I often had to create) propelled my spirituality forward in unexpected ways.  In the weeks to come I will dive into these topics, sharing my … [Read more...]


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