Back in Town

I spent the weekend in San Jose at Pantheacon.  I taught a class and gave a talk and helped with a Brigid healing ritual and signed some books and generally had a terrific time. I have a series of blog posts that I plan to do–sharing them between here and my...

I’ve Forgotten the Bhrat…again

It is Imbolc and there is still much to do. With one eye, I am following the results out of Iowa and wishing NC had a caucus process because it seems so interesting. With another eye, I am reviewing the Mother Grove Imbolc ritual for Saturday night. But my third eye...

Lillian’s Face

Lillian was my great-grandmother on my mother’s side.  She moved from Haywood county in the last years of the 19th century and came to live in the mill village where I now live.  She and her husband (but mostly she) ran a little grocery store. As I rewrite...

Greeting the Moon as She Rises

Tonight the Alewives had our usual Wednesday gathering. As I went to the cold car with my bag of knitting supplies, a jar of nettle tea and some hummus and chips, the crooked little New Moon winked on the western horizon. True for so many children, I suspect, but the...

Pick Three

from Facebook, this morning… Last night, I reminded myself that I can’t hold reponsibility–much less culpablity!–for all the world’s ills, past and present. Some of you will remember my Pick Three philosophy–choose the three areas...