Literally in the Weeds

The adorable stump table and chairs in March. Room for three!

My family bought a house this spring. Our first home. Our first plot of land that is ours to maintain and serve. It's a large piece of land for our area and for us. Our house is small (1096 sq. ft.) but we sit on 1/5 of an acre, most of which is taken up with an enormous garden. It is easily the size of  a footprint of a small house. The previous owners grew a lot of their own food, raised chickens (the house came with a beautiful chicken coop!) and goats. I almost feel bad that their good work … [Read more...]

Community Kali

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Thanks to a silly Facebook meme I've been humming '90s Christian music in my head all week. I'm not gonna lie: I owned Steven Curtis Chapman and Michael W Smith cds, but my favorites were Iona and Rich Mullins. I still like those last two. I think the last two spoke to me - speak to me still - because they weren't the standard popular music of day (Mullins played the hammer dulcimer!) and the lyrics were sometimes ambiguous, sometimes about the personal struggle to even feel the intimacy of … [Read more...]

Summer Solstice 2014

Morning glories doing what they do at 6.30am

I've been up since before sunrise. I actually like being awake at dawn. There is a chorus of birds that sing praises to the twilight and I love hearing them. My new baby girl slept from 9.30 or 10pm to 4.30am. She is an excellent baby! I nursed her in the wee hours of dawn and tried to go back to sleep. But then my son had a nightmare and crawled into bed with me. I realized how little we get to snuggle and have gentle touch with no agenda (not wrestling or while we're reading, or with the … [Read more...]

Pagan Dinner Time

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Now with more angst! I had my last Pagan Tea Time date on Sunday evening: Rhyd Wildermuth, blogger and punk, came to dinner at my house. We were supposed to gather for afternoon tea, but as he was catching a ride from Seattle to Portland, it worked out that he got dinner at my house instead. There were pleasantries, getting-to-know-you questions, and interruptions galore from my kids. My husband had just finished doing the taxes, and suffice it to say that he was not his usual sociable … [Read more...]

Celebrating Imbolc Quietly

Welsh snowdrops by Gerallt Pennant via Wikimedia Commons.

When I was living in Wales I felt the seasons shift at Imbolc. Snow drops raised their cheery heads from cold earth. The sheep in the pastures across from my house began their lambing. The light grew demonstrably stronger. Occasionally the daffodils would poke up, bright yellow promises of sunlight to come. Here in the Pacific Northwest I also feel the growing light in my bones. It's still cold and wet and grey - reminding me that we are still in winter's clutch. I don't see any snow … [Read more...]

Herbalism and the Craft

Witches, midwives and herbal healers all have some history in common. Throughout history many midwives were also healers, shamans were healers, and many women who worked as midwives or healers might also have been considered witches. Their histories are often woven together. In modern times, people who are attracted to witchcraft, in my experience, tend be rather independent and willing to learn about anything that attracts their fancy and/or will advance their craft. I never had an interest … [Read more...]

Harvest in the Pacific Northwest

At the beginning of August many of my Pagan friends celebrated the first harvest, commonly known as Lammas or Lughnasadh (from the Celtic calendar system). That observance has never meant much to me. I am not a farmer, and have spent precious little time in places where early August means first fruits of any kind. Now in Washington, it means the height of summer, and I spend my summer time waiting for the days to cool. As August passed I began to have half-formed thoughts of salmon. Had my … [Read more...]


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