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More on Natural Relations

(Image Credit: Here)   I received a really good question on my last post, so I wanted to follow up with a second part and address the question that was raised. Sarenth asked the following question; “Will you be exploring more of the positive aspects […]

Some pet peeves, a meme, and ‘pagan standard time’

In my experience with pagan communities, we are seen (and often see ourselves) as irresponsible, unable to be on time [pagan standard time, anyone?], with this sort of ‘hippy dippy’ culture. This isn’t something to be proud of, in my opinion. We have the power […]

Towards Accountability as a white Pagan

On the first of September, many members boycotted Tumblr for the day because of the social media platform’s approach to, or rather failure to approach, white supremacist activity on their site. The months of recent RL hate groups collectivizing in cities like Charlottesville has started […]

Called by the Spirits, but not to the Priesthood: The Mystery of Monasticism

I’ve been pondering, over the course of the last month, my relationship to a “calling” by the Spirits I Serve.  There is a deep knowing, in my own experience, when a spirit calls you and claims you.  I felt that I could run away, but […]

A Response to Edward Feser

I first met Proclus through the writings of Edward Butler. I still remember reading Edward’s Polytheism and Individuality in the Henadic Manifold for the first time. He says “In his Platonic Theology, Proclus states that ‘all that have ever touched upon theology have called things […]

Chaos Paganism, Politics, and the Privilege of Not Being Involved

Here we go. Religion and Politics Is religion inherently political? This is a question that’s been thrown around in the Pagan blogosphere before and will probably continue to be relevant for a while. For me, it’s a personal question one should answer for themselves. Personally, […]

Invocation to Antiqua – Ancient One

Lady cloaked in midnight, hear my keen tonight. Help me to midwife this transition, to ease the passing of that which was. Bring ease to our hearts, let us dance to tame the howling winds of grief. As I stand at the crossroads, light the […]

The Tree: An Earth Memoir

The cottonwood tree’s roots are numerous, and its branches are wide, stretching over the expanse of our yard. The combination of root and branch are such that our backyard is never very sunny, nor does it grow much grass. The tree is the largest in […]

moon tale

i want to tell you of the golden moon that hangs in the nearly blue sky in the hours between rest and return between fires and floods and the unknown lost so lost in the upswell and the downdraft of not knowing what to do […]


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.