Brigid, River Woman

This is an essay written a few years back. Brigid is Written in the Water It’s almost Imbolc and I am sitting here, thawing my feet after an outdoor ceremony.  We invoked Her Name, as Protector of the Waters. We used a small candle that had been lit at...

Changeable as the Weather

We are having a perfectly beautiful day today–bright and warm. I’m doing laundry and hanging it out and hope to get some gardening in after we record our Wyrd Mountain Gals podcast. A red-tailed hawk in her winter fluffery is calling from a high branch of...

Do Your Work

Honestly, I feel like an old fuddy-duddy sometimes–the nagging mom of the Pagan community–but my patience is running out on the constant bickering. “I and the other Cool Kids do it (whatever it is) this way, and that’s the only right...

Almost Imbolc

It’s time to settle back into our celebratory year and get ready for Imbolc, for Brigid’s day. I’m going to post some ideas for how-tos, some Facebook Live videos, and some personal and group rituals. I’m starting today with a paper I wrote for...

My Legs Got Shaky

Today I worked in the garden for a while. The weather was bright and not windy and I had an important mission. Years ago we planted a wee liriope border at the spring perennials bed. And then I planted early primroses. And then the liriope did its thing of growing and...