The #bindtrump movement harkens to the stories about the witches of Great Britain using magic to keep Hitler off their island. They, unlike those of us in the US, were pro-active – a significant advantage when working magic for home and country.
Althea Altair is one of the most pious spirits I have ever met. She wears her god’s colors with pride, remaining firm and unwavering in her devotion. She’s the Laethic role model. I met her in the fall of 2012. The Otherfaith had begun dominating […]
Midsummer is a very important day for a Deity who lives very close to my heart. As I’ve mentioned previously, one of the most important Deities in my life is my family’s patroness, the Gaelic tutelary Goddess Áine (pronounced “ahn-yuh”). Sometimes called Áine ń Chlíar or Áine Mór, […]
Today I want to expand more on many of the points I raised in the first part of this series here. I want to dig deeper into the nature of interpersonal relationships, and the very real and practical applications of how this shapes our lies. In the […]
We’re twenty days into June, which means that, for twenty days, my Facebook and Tumblr dashboards have consistently presented me an excess of rainbow flags, companions and couples and companies kissing for cameras, and the gender nonconforming and non-white reality of the Stonewall Riots. It […]
Pilgrimage as ritual is essential for our community—it helps to shake things up, to quickly and easily move us a bit further out of our comfort zones, and can even give access to new insights and new ways of being. Sisterhood of the Moon has been making […]
Racist jokes, threats about what to do if a sister or an aunt were to date a black man, and the casual assumption of white superiority were as much a part of the atmosphere as oxygen. I’ve spent the last twenty-five years actively trying to […]
Fandom is part of my community. Mostly, they’re not the people I practice with. Hell, this is an old-style literary science fiction/fantasy convention; there are plenty of folks here who think all religion is irrational delusion.
I was lost in a dream I had, surrounded by a suffocating mist. I started to run, to where, I don’t know. Trees, dead from the winter’s cold beckoned to me. Their branches like arms, grabbing and tearing at my clothes.