I may have ranted and raved about this before, I don’t remember. If so, forgive me. I’m ranting again. Samhain, sometimes called Halloween, is one of my favorite Pagan holidays. There is something purely magic about it as we celebrate slipping into the Long Dark, passing through the Sleeping Land, to re-emerge in Spring, reborn, […]
Confession time: Independence Day in the US is just about my least favorite holiday – followed closely by Gouge Your Own Eyeballs Out Day. I mean, I love my country but … First of all, if you are any kind of a student of history, you know that the horrors of slavery and segregation were
It’s almost over. Some of us didn’t make it. But for those who did, hopefully something important has been learned. One of the big lessons has been that no matter what our intentions are, our apple carts can be careened into and obliterated by collective insanity. I didn’t intend to take most of 2020 as
If ever we needed a day completely devoted to giving thanks, it’s right now. We do have a lot to be thankful for, even if we have to dig deep to find it. And hopefully on January 20, 2021 we will have so much more to be thankful for. I’m not talking about the easy
Friends, let me say it again: We Create Our Own Reality. I made those words really big so you can’t miss them. Yes, we do, and the reality that is “out there” responds to what we think and believe “in here.” I remember 2016, seeing millions of Pepe the Frog memes, thinking, there’s something harsh
It got cold over the weekend, oh my did it. Bitterly cold, icy cold. Face-hurtingly cold. And it started with a fairly major snow storm system (the weather prognosticators even named it), which finally covered up the bleh brown and gray thing we’ve had going on since December, so everything is gloriously white and coated
It’s Earth Day as I write this, and I’m feeling . . . not great about the state of our only planetary home. We have done a great job making it a very toxic place to live. No, really. Think about how many people you know who have cancer right now. Young people. Kids. Old
Looking out at a world covered in an ice-encrusted blanket of about a foot-and-a-half of snow, it’s hard to imagine Spring is actually happening somewhere under there. But it is. Under there. Very slowly and quietly. If we personify the Earth, call the Material Principle Gaia and the Active Principle Green Man, it can help
‘Twas the Night before Solstice, when all through the house Everyone was preparing, from Grandma to Mouse; A cauldron was hung ‘neath the mantlepiece sigils, To provide us with strength for our Longest Night vigils; The children were sharp-eyed, punch drunk and anxious, Testing to the utmost their family’s patience; Gramma sang old songs, harmonized
Blessed Night stretches Her arms reaching ever outward To embrace the sleeping world Too often we fear her Our Dark Mother The Goddess of Winter The Hag, the Crone The Crabby But Wise One Who dispenses wisdom That tastes bitter before We learn to seek its sweetness She brings cold, and death But blessings, too
