And not a drop to drink? No, sorry, wrong poem. Sometimes it can be a bit hard for folks to wrap their heads around how a person can have a devotional practice without having a patron, per se, or at least being henotheistic or monist for that matter. I’m one of those rare, blessed writers […]
Read More Spirits, Spirits, EverywhereThis year, Lover’s Night coincides with the Longest Night. A time for union, to be sure. Whatever darkness has drawn over us in the past year, this night is the reaffirmation of the light of the human spirit, that our lights joined become the greater light, an inferno of stars living and loving on this tiny blue ball of ours.
Read More Lovers’ Night/Longest NightWith the First Night we recall the beginnings of creation.
Read More First NightTurning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. –W.B. Yeats, […]
Read More Upwellings: Finding CenterJustice cannot afford to be blind when her tools have been tampered with.
Read More Upwellings: Peace in a Time of Fascism
The Druid's Well 