I know I wrote a book on monastic contemplation, based on my own practice.   But my partner, my love, my anam cara, died. And that changed my entire world. I went from the duad, the two who are one, the one who is two, to something else entirely. I'm still not sure what. Especially... Continue Reading →


  I lost my life partner and the love of my life, my shield and protector, the man who brought me back to paganism, the man who showed me that life is as much about love as it is about loss on December 18, 2017. He is truly my anam cara, the man who brought... Continue Reading →

I wrote up an extensive, well sourced article on Thanksgiving and why we, as pagans and polytheists, can use the holiday to further our own spirituality, but it feels disingenuous to post it when I am experiencing spiritual distress and not thanksgiving. I cannot suggest that others make merry when, in my own practice, I... Continue Reading →

Gods, accept those who have been taken from us into your own lands, And welcome them with open arms, And welcome them with glad song, And welcome them with seats of righteousness. You who are chieftains and priests and druids, You who are bards and poets and shapechangers, You who are smiths and warriors and... Continue Reading →

Rote prayer has a bad rap. Whether that is because we associate it with being trapped in the Sunday school classroom with a felt board complete with a felt Noah’s ark while uncomfortably reciting the Lord’s Prayer in unison with other seven year olds or because it’s just really hard to memorize sixteen lines of... Continue Reading →

O Mighty Dead, long dead, ancient ones, Ancestors who have passed beyond the veil, You who have left the House of Donne And dwell in the islands beyond the Ninth Wave We call to you as the seasons turn. Ancestors, you are not forgotten, Not at the time when the air becomes thin And not... Continue Reading →

   To save To shield To surround The hearth The house The household This eve This night O this eve This night And every night Each single night *

Lord of the Ninth Wave

Lord of the islands beyond the waves Lord who rides Enbarr of the Flowing Mane over a plain of flowers Lord of the Isle of Women   You made the Crane Bag You carry Fragarach and Ctann Buide You bear the silver apple bough   You possess the féth fiada You shake it between lovers... Continue Reading →

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