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Walking with Ourania

This season has been more difficult than most for a variety of reasons and I long for the refuge of healing dreams.  It is several hours after sunset and the end of a long day at work. The air is crisp and cold and a […]

When You’re Back To Where You Started

Five years ago, when I first began padding down the soft dirt of the pagan path, I remember that I made a different internet identity. It was, in many ways, my first official step into discovery. Separated from my name, I could write, discuss, and […]

Welsh Winter Traditions – Part One: The Mari Lwyd

Two popular Welsh folk customs, the Mari Lwyd and the Hunting of the Wren, are part of winter calendar traditions which are enjoying a resurgence of interest and practice in modern times. Although these customs were celebrated on varying dates, depending on the time period […]

Where did you go?

All through the long, dry time of bright light I have been waiting to feel the rain falling on me as I walk out into the mists that draw me to them. Grey blankets of fresh-smelling water mingled with cool air wrap themselves around me […]

another aspect

she wasn’t supposed to be there so much we’d had conversations and discussions and plans but she was also always supposed to be there in the underworld / my living room / my heart Ereshkigal the older sister the one who had a place of […]

Protected: Toxic People in Paganism: The Weaponized Victim

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Progress Not Perfection

We aren’t meant to be perfect. We are meant to be whole. If you allow yourself, you can become stronger in the very places that you’ve been broken. ~Jane Fonda I’m not entirely sure where I got the idea—Family? Friends? Society in general?—that everything needs […]

Plastic Abyss

  Or the mythical confronts us climbing out of the sea.     To continue with my views of the contemporary world through a mythic lens (a bit delayed this time by a peak work mundane month)….     A recent study done by Newcastle […]

The Stories We Tell…

“I’m telling you, I saw Bigfoot!” “You’re so full of crap…” (One of my pictures from Cabela’s.) Hello again folks! It has already gotten pretty busy with the holidays here, so this post is a little later than I wanted it to be. I wanted […]


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.