There is just no way to completely describe the awesomeness of this year’s OBOD East Coast Gather. It was our fifth year, and I’ve been attending since year one. Each […]
One of the things I stopped doing while I was married was baking. It’s a shame because it’s an activity that always brings me comfort. The past week has been […]
The tree that I divined at New Year’s to watch over the month of September was the second ogham of the first aicme, Luis, the Rowan. In folklore, it is […]
Two neat things happened this past week. Firstly, I’ve meditate for 50 days since I first started keeping track. Secondly, I managed to meditate every day for ten days straight, […]
I’m nearing the end of my work with Kris Hughes’s year-long Cauldron Born ritual. This Working has been intense, powerful, transformational–everything you want from a ritual of this magnitude. Though I […]
NOTE: BOTH THORN APPLE AND FLOWERING TOBACCO ARE EXTREMELY TOXIC. DO NOT INGEST.
People say you never forget where you were. It’s true. I was walking back from fencing class in college. The sky was clear, untroubled. It wasn’t until I called my mother and she said, “They’re gone,” that the terrible wrenching unreality of the whole thing became as crystalline as that autumn sky.
There was a reason no jet trails marred the arc of Ymir’s skull.