Nine is a number, three is a number, but ten is only a concept …
Home and Hearth, a poem
Hibernation, stark and the cold bites the land with its unrelenting grasp. The silence orbits the atmosphere as it casts a spell upon the creatures and lands. Quiet, still, frozen: …
Developing a Lunar Candleholder with an Ogam Twist
What happened to my lunar candleholder? Maybe it got lost in a move. So, I think I’ll go to the Pagan supply section in Amazon. But, slow down. I have …
Walking the January Path with The Cailleach Bheara, Mother of Stone and Bone
Come Blue Hag, Great Bear Mother, Hooded Maiden, aid us in our tasks. For on this winters path we seek …
Pray
When we pray, we express many things. At the very least, we affirm our belief in a higher power watching and listening. And when our prayers go beyond praise and thanksgiving, …
Her Spirit, Her Desires
I will call to my nameless ancestor, I see her in the wild …
Moon Names for the Central North Carolina Pagan
… what if we named the moons according to our modern environment and experience?
Every Day
I have one peanut M&M. It’s blue. I ignore the world around me and eat it slowly. I pop it into my mouth, but don’t bite down. I savor the …
Bring More Hygge into Your Life
In the depths of cold and frigid winter, we often feel overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of holidays and disconnected from the lack of sunlight. We long for a …
Winter, a poem
Deafening white particles lay upon the ground like a blanket. Consistent silencing atmosphere huddles and weighs upon the Earth. Harnessing it’s collective, cool energy, creates a mass of pieces each completing the others.
The breath of snow awakens…