I am at the end of a long sickness and recovery from some kind of sweeping virus that turned into strep and then tonsillitis. I am not a person that gets sick a lot, and so when I do, I fight against it tooth and nail. But this time it came from out of nowhere and took me right off my feet, leaving me home, in pain, and barely able to talk. Above all the other inconveniences that sickness causes,... Read more
This year, as a result of an important dream visitation from my step-sister, I decided to make degue (pronounced dey-gey) to share with my family at our Ancestor Dinner. Read more
After two summers of obnoxious Italian boys and spoiled, snotty Italian girls, I decided to consciously embrace a full fledged prejudice against Italians. Based on the "brats" who'd been shipped over, I embraced a perspective that they were spoiled, entitled, and racist, and that there was some terrible parenting taking place over in Italy. But the Goddess checked me, folks, and she checked me HARD. Read more
Sometimes, especially lately, I have felt like I am talking about being Black all the damn time. On a normal day, I don’t wake up in the morning, reference my Black experience, talk about systemic or historical oppression. Instead I get up, and am in the rush of being a mother, wife, social worker, and human being. Yet I realize that I am a Black woman navigating the society around me and I don’t forget that fact, even if others do. And that is a part of the experience of being a Witch of color within Paganism. Read more
by Porsha Williams I was conversing lightly with my ‘male bestie’ earlier this week, while watching his DVR’d first episode of “Sleepy Hollow” on NBC. As avid sci-fi and fantasy fans, we found ourselves immediately sucked into the lushness of this show. Within the set of scenes that came after the commercial break, we both mutually chuckled at the scene where the African-American Police Lieutenant gave the ‘evil eye’ to the resurrected soldier Icabod Crane. In that scene, Icabod marvels... Read more
I sat in a meditation hall, perfectly still and silent. Anyone looking at me would have seen an unmoving, serenely meditating being, but inside there was a full-fledged war taking place. Or, to put it in its total brutal, foolish honesty: I sat silently in a room and went to war on my own ass. For almost an hour, I was locked in a battle to the death with my butt. Read more
Fifty years ago, a church in was bombed in Birmingham, Alabama, killing four young Black girls. Join me in lighting four candles, or ringing the bell four times, to honor each of these young women, and our continued need for equality for all people. All power to all people, forever. Read more
We know that justice is not always fair, and peace is not always life, but we can use our individual and collective rage to ask for these things to be so. If we allow these powerful emotions to sit inside of our soul, without a direction to go, we will continue to kill ourselves from the inside, and we ignore the power the Gods gifted us with to use our Will for change and our Power for manifestation. Read more
My first exposure to the concept of hair as a magickal thing came from my West-African step-father. Whenever my mother would cut his hair, he would meticulously gather up all of the hair to be buried. Now that I'm living full time in the realms of the mystical, I find myself regularly saying and doing things that are *way* more "out there" than anything he ever said. Read more
While I am committed to raising my son in a style that supports him in exploring his own emotions and thoughts, the United States is not as forgiving of young black men who make mistakes as it is of young white men. I cannot raise my son in the free style that I’ve observed in many pagan/hippie/attachment/gentle parenting communities. So I’m merging free flow with cultural consciousness and mothering him Sacred Sensual Style… Read more
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