Preparing for Imbolc

Finally, my heart and spirit are ready to consider that another holy day is nearly upon us.  I’ve been working ond to get a draft of my new book to readers by February, while preparing for rituals and grieving West Virginia. And I’ve tended my body through...

Apples! More apples!

I can barely sit here and write because I know there are a half dozen big fat Rome Beauty apples waiting on the counter for me to turn them into the glories that are apple butter!  I’m in a bit of a cooking frenzy right now, probably because I’ve decided...

The Road Ahead

Though I and many Pagans celebrate the changing from the old to the new year in November, there is a sense of moment in the passage of the cultural New Year. The Gregorian calendar seems onerous to me sometimes–a petty tyrant that tries to rule a world where...

Through a Season, Darkly

I often write here (and elsewhere) about the idea of Tower Time and I am planning a larger essay on that in the near future. But this season somehow brings the concept home to all of us, I think.  We remember either good times from childhood, where there was plenty,...

Drawing Down the Moon

 Funeral yesterday, the morning after my first Death Cafe on Sunday evening. It was in a small and perfect Episcopal church, set along a creek. I didn’t know many of the other people there so I busied myself comparing the size of the church to what Mother Grove...