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Samhain Sweeping: Cleaning up for the New Year

It starts with a feeling. A feeling that emerges around the autumnal equinox. I start to get itchy and overwhelmed with the things still sitting on my To Do list. (And on the floor of my office.) Things I need to plan. Things I did […]

A Study in Ancestors and Rust

  The giant stands across the dark river with one foot on each side. Glints of silver can be seen in the waters that rush past between his feet. The darkness between them is the darkness of the night without moon. His eyes do not […]

By Request: Magic for a bad boss

Something must have been in the stars awhile back and whatever it was it did not like life in the office. I have had at least four people close to me come to me for magic to handle professional issues – and almost every client […]

Human’ing

Human’ing – (verb) – being a functioning adult member of society [you know, or what the fuck ever] I think I do an OK job human’ing most of the time (feel free to disagree 😉). I can chameleon my way through my business casual work […]

The Art of Holding Space

As we take our first steps into the Dark Time, I’ve been thinking a lot about holding space—what it means, the purpose it serves, and how I can do it more effectively. Along with the concept of “holding center,” the mindfulness around holding space has […]

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 […]


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.