Hare Moon
The Unbroken Thread of the Mother and Her Divine Son The hare moves through our lore like a shadow at twilight—liminal, uncanny, and forever dancing…
Observations and curious wanderings on diverse subjects
The Unbroken Thread of the Mother and Her Divine Son The hare moves through our lore like a shadow at twilight—liminal, uncanny, and forever dancing…
Imbolc, or Candlemas, represents the dark womb of the year. We light a candle in this long night, knowing the days are getting longer and…
Mother’s Night, or Mōdraniht in Old English, is one of the most intriguing festivals of the Anglo-Saxon pagan calendar. Recorded only once by the historian Bede in…
I was saddened to learn that Llee Heflin passed away earlier this fall—his passing marks another poignant moment in the ongoing history of queer liberation…
Winter’s First Descent Through the Dolmen Arch As the veil of autumn lifts and the first cool hush of winter settles over the land, we…
The oranges, yellows, and reds are behind us. As we step into the first month of winter, we begin our sojourn in the dark of…
The harvest is drawing to a close—pumpkins, gourds, and mums abound. Leaves are turning, and even in the South, we sense a change in the…
Join me today in celebrating the lives and works of two amazing leaders of the early witchcraft revival: craft elders Leo Martello, who was born…
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,Of noble enterprise;For if you do but taste his blood,‘Twill make your courage rise. Robbie Burns When I think about…
As the sun crosses the celestial equator and day and night stand in perfect balance, the Fall Equinox—known to the Druids as Alban Elfed—ushers in…