Weekly Ritual, January 9th

Super-creative post title, I know. Sat down and did my ritual a few minutes ago. I was in excruciating tooth pain for most of the afternoon and unable to function. The pain finally subsided enough for me to feel a bit more human again, so I set up my portable altar and did it. I …

There is no such thing as a square god

This post is in response to something Star Foster wrote recently, which frankly is full of vicim-blamey, ableist, classist nonsense. But don’t let me tell you what to think! Read it all right here. Comments aren’t enabled, so instead of politely pointing out how I think she’s wrong in the comments (yes, I am polite …

30 Days of Paganism: 3. Beliefs — Deities

In the faith I’m building there are three main deities — I call Them the Sacred Triad. Instead of dualism, I base my faith on the number three. Sky, land, sea. Birth, life, death. Heavens, Earth, Underworld. Fire, blood, water. Brighid is the sky, the bright flame, inspiration and the beginning of all things. She …

Fire in the Head

When you sit smothered in the wool of mediocrity feeling your creativity seep away like water through the earth light a candle and speak My name “Brighid I call you Brighid I beg you Wake up what’s lost Find what’s asleep Let the fire rage deep.” I will burn the wool away give you precious …

Emboatening (and embovining) for Opet

I’m not Kemetic, but I’m participating in Opet this year via the Emboatening Crew on Kiva. Sort of? Basically a bunch of Kemetic friends mark Opet by charitable giving; they call it “emboatening the boatless”. They created a team on Kiva to focus their efforts on loaning money to people in need of boats. You …

Home from Neverland

I got home from Pirates and Faeries late Monday evening. I’m still in recovery mode. I also talked about my Cill shift over the weekend at Milk, Honey, and Fire, and about worshipping at the temple* over at Seafoam and Vanilla. *I mean sex. I’m talking about having sex in Aphrodite’s Temple. Just, you know, …

Dealing with Disapproving Ancestors

When I first moved into this apartment — the apartment that belonged to my Oma for 20 years — I tried to keep a spiritual/religious/witchcraft life going. It wasn’t easy. It never felt right, and it seemed that no matter what I did spiritually or religiously, I never got centred. Not to mention, a ton …

Geas

I have a bit of a geas on me (at least, one I’m aware of). It’s not one that will trigger my death if I break it, but if I do, it will trigger the end of my relationship with my Lord Manannan, my Father — and honestly, that would be a fate worse than …

unbreakable

Note: I did write this poem in the shower, a day or so after having a Daddy Issues Movie-Marathon that included Hook. I light candles before I step Into the too-hot water I write poetry in the steam On the window of my shower I use three fingers to guide The razor across my skin …