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Returning to Wonder

I have a knack of turning everything I love into a job. This is a blessing and also a curse of sorts. While it can look, from the outside, to be a very socially acceptable way of having ‘hobbies’ that produce something, it can also […]

Colors and Warnings

There is fire near me once again. The flames are on the other side of the hill I live at the base of by a creek. I felt them in my dreams all night. The air I breath is rough in my throat. It is scratchy […]

Mabinogian Devotional

Two books hold the Four Branches, The Red and the White. They tell the Welsh tales of wars and of heroes; Of love and of loss. Together we seek these tales, Honoring the ladies of story and myth, We call them forth! Rhiannon, the lady […]

Yet Another Opinion on the Sephora Witch Kit

It seems like within the past few years, the mystery boxes and all-in-one kits have surged in popularity. From geek culture to haute cuisine,  nearly anything you want can be found in box-able form, ready to be shipped nearly anywhere in the world. It didn’t […]

Moon Magick

Oh the moon. That beautiful silver disc in the starry sky, capturing our imaginations for eons. Poems, songs, stories, religions – all lauding the beauty, the mystery, and the magic. Now, obviously the moon is a giant rock floating in space – because science. It […]

Priestessing the Liminal

The month of August is concluding today, and I’ve been having difficulty writing anything but ritual for the past few weeks.  Throughout this month, my thoughts have been returning over and over again to the liminal, to liminality, to thresholds and transitions and initiations. This […]

In defense of tools

I have recently moved homes. Everything is different and all the processes to be happy, healthy, and going strong have changed. This wasn’t going from one standard apartment with a robust apartment complex to another standard apartment with a robust apartment complex. I did not […]

The Nice Day

This piece was originally published in A Beautiful Resistance, Issue 4. I am republishing it here in memory of the rain I hope will soon visit us here in California. I find myself at the top of a barren hill. The light is dim and […]

Book Review: Pagan Portals – Odin: Meeting the Norse Allfather

This is the first book I’ve read of the Moon Books Pagan Portals series, and I’m glad I picked Morgan Daimler’s work to start with! I went on a binge a couple months ago and bought a whole slew of books on Amazon. Several Pagan […]

Healing Ourselves, Healing the Land

Like so many sensitive people I know, I’ve struggled this year with feeling anxious and filled with grief.  Sometimes I even feel afraid at an animal level, like every muscle in my body is tensing, ready to flee.  We live in troubled times.  We feel, […]


My Diary

The Stream By finnchuill

I’m sitting on a bench, happy that the stream that has been dry lately, except for a few diminishing pools, the last hideout for the frogs, has water again. I met this stream last year, just about a year ago, and since walk along the ‘streamside trail’ frequently. Walking is a druidic practice for me. The land by the stream slowly opens itself to me. Small naio trees form an open grove about me.

My thoughts open to this: place is a kind of gnosis. A place slowly coalesces around me, around my body on a bench, in and out of my mind, my breathing, my perceptions. The stream is variant, diverse, sometimes hugely full, flowing up through small side channels, even taking out the little bridge one time last summer. Other times, all polished boulders, small puddles. Everything is volcanic here, water can percolate down into the earth easily, but up in the mountains it rains a lot, sending more water down. Such simple things, but so often ignored, such small things the place reveals.