Where They May Be Found: Cernunnos

Apparently, I took this photo.

I actually don't know where He's found, but I took a man hunting for him.Actually, how do you hunt a god?  You don't, really.  They hunt you.  Or maybe you hunt them as the hunted hunt the hunter, or haunt the hunter.I don't know much about Cernunnos.  Others do, and have some awfully good recommendations on how to find Him.  I've only seen him once, maybe twice.  It's strange to write about a god you don't know personally and tell others where he might be found.  Mayhaps even presum … [Read more...]

Fare Forward, Travelers…

rucksack

Eight months ago, a few months after initiating as a Bard, I went on a pilgrimage.  And I still don't really know what happened.I'm not where I started.  I was in Seattle. Then wandering paths overlooking the sea amongst standing stones and ancient chapels in Carnac , trudging up a druid hill north of Quimper, hiking up an old heathen mountain near Strasbourg, staring at reflections off water by canals and waking in strange (but welcoming) beds in Berlin.And then I was in Florida, and n … [Read more...]

What We Built From Ruins (Part One)

Berlin Raben

(This is a work of fiction in response to the question posed by Christine Kraemer, "What do we hope to build?") I. The autumnal light shown gold and rose through the branches of the alder and birch as the group appeared. Despite his weak eyes and failing hearing, the old Druid needed no notice of their arrival—the young are never inconspicuous.“You’re here for a tale?” he called out, startling them.After a moment of confusion they all noticed him, and one called out in return. “Yes--W … [Read more...]

Gods In-Between

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

In between day and night there is a time which is also a place.When the sun sets, but before the world has gone dark, all things fade so slowly, so imperceptibly we almost cannot notice the difference, only that something is different. The colors seem to seep from the world, trees from brown and green to grey-brown, grey-green, then grey, then black. The river below the bridge where I stood today, the hills across from that river shrouded in darkening mist, the street behind me with the rush … [Read more...]

Beauty In Other People’s Faith

Quilts rest on the backs of pews at Peace Lutheran Church in Colfax, Washington, USA, before a special service to bless them and send them out to people in need.

I sat in the back of Peace Lutheran Church this past Sunday, a guest along with my mother in a religious space that is not our own. I was there to support my mom. She was there as part of a special blessing over quilts that she had helped make.Quilts the community had made before were sent to refugees of the conflict in Syria and to evacuees from Hurricane Sandy, and each time the community sent another batch out into the world, they made sure to say a special blessing over the quilts and … [Read more...]

Stories of Gods and mortals: myth and Pagan practice

The constellation of Orion, the first I learnt to associate with its Ancient Greek origin story. Picture by Mouser, used under Creative Commons license: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User:Mouser

This is the second of my posts prompted by Christine Hoff Kraemer's book of Pagan theologies, Seeking the Mystery. In the second chapter, Kraemer's focus is on myth and its place in Pagan theologies as a source of inspiration, but also of confusion, cultural misappropriation and dogma.I've written before about how the land here, its seasons and its weather are intimately connected with the ancient stories of the Cailleach, Oengus and Bride, handed down to us in their most popular form … [Read more...]

Ad Hoc Angels

A place to sit and pay attention

There is a story that I've heard a few times about a little boy born and raised in Nazareth in Israel whose parents were from Russia. Like many toddler children of immigrant parents, he spoke his parents' native tongue as well as the Hebrew, so when the family went back to Russia to visit the grandparents, the little boy had no trouble communicating aside from a slight accent that was doubly cute in a three or four year old. One day, while on that trip to Russia, the little boy was playing in a … [Read more...]


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