What is Place anyway?

Photo by emmett.hume, flickr, creative commons.

Place may seem like a strange choice for a religion blog. There’s no religion called Place. What does that even mean?Place was the first ‘religion’ that I knew. Place, Land, Home – it can be called any of these things. I was raised secular, but Alaska left an imprint on me. How to explain the sense of place and land to some one who didn’t grow up with that, or who found it later in life?The secular household I grew up in didn’t talk about things (still doesn’t). Almost everything was assu … [Read more...]

Be vewy vewy quiet, I’m hunting connection

beara

the sensual The back garden is a carpet of bejeweled grass; each blade aquiver with droplets of dew.  The windows shine with condensation.   I open the door from the sun-room, and dozens of small birds scatter from the feeders.  I speak my normal greeting, "Good morning! Sorry to disturb.  I will only be a moment."  The sky is a watercolor wash of gray and white. The air, chill and fresh. I pause as I head up the stone stairs to the barn.  I close my eyes and listen.far distant tract … [Read more...]

Connecting through language

For many people, the idea of learning a new language is reason for distress. To me, it’s an opportunity to talk to new people and spirits. While some magickal workers would argue that spirits are not limited by language barriers, my personal experience suggests that language is a powerful key in the search for connection. It may be entirely true that you can speak to any spirit in your own language, but it seems that the spirits, just like humans, like it when you make the extra effort.It’s n … [Read more...]

Letting my inner country girl out

The place where I was born. High res version available from Probert Encyclopaedia

I was born in South London (pronounced “Saaarf Laarndun”), in the area of Lewisham -- you can't get much more urban than that -- and I was raised in England's second largest city, Birmingham. And yet, since adolescence, I've felt ill at ease with city life.Disaffected livingMy (limited) studies of French philosophy helped me to see I wasn't alone in this experience. Durkheim had a word for my situation: l'anomie – the feeling that I lacked community. Sartre had a word for it, too: la … [Read more...]

Living by the Light

With kind permission from Everyday Life Magic.

The calendar said December. My brain understood it was coming; I'd just wrapped up Thanksgiving holidays here in the US. Logically, December follows. But my body didn't believe it - and still hasn't fully embraced December. My rational, planning, organized brain lives by my paper organizer, but my body follows the weather and, more importantly, the intensity of the light.We are midway through December. I've sent out invitations to a small Solstice gathering for two weeks from now. How can … [Read more...]

Getting my feet wet

KealKill

It Begins....The road was steep, and I worried the brake would slip. I reminded myself that it held the last time I was there, which only prompted worry over the inevitable hill-start. We spilled out of the car reluctantly. It had begun to rain and the wind was fresh.  In other words—COLD. W.L. opened the boot to get our rain gear, K.L. began to unhook the Wee Síoge(my faery god-daughter), and I looked to the West, eager to see whether the rain was moving toward us or away. That's when th … [Read more...]

A journey through place

Carmel Beach, Haifa

I’d always wanted to live in Israel. When I was in second grade at a private Jewish school in San Francisco, one of my Hebrew teachers told me that Haifa was a lot like my hometown. I decided then that when I grew up, I’d live there. The first time I visited Israel, I was 17 years old, and the experience confirmed in my head that I had to live there. Somehow, I just belonged to that place.When I was 27 I moved there. People would ask me why. I’d joke that it was my Hebrew School brain … [Read more...]


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