The Holt

Land's edge in Lincoln Park, San Francisco

Lincoln Park was our Holt, like the original home of the forest elves in Elfquest. Whitewolf’s mother was a witch, and my first introduction to the living practice of neo-Paganism was in my interactions with these teenage “elven” friends of mine. It was a blend of fantasy and reality, where we earnestly looked for the places where the world of stories seeped into our plane of reality. [Read more...]

Two peoples, one mountain, our tales (Part 2)

Last week I told a creation myth based on this Northern California mountain that comes to us from the Chochenyo Ohlone who lived here before the Spanish arrived. This is another story about the same mountain that was told to me when I was a child. Aside from the fact that both my mother and [Read More...]

Eaten by the Nothing

Fog in Glasgow

Glasgow sat in the same blanket of quiet I’d known from my childhood, but this fog didn’t feel the same. My heart didn’t feel the tug of sadness in the grey. This was a different kind of quiet. [Read more...]


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