Samhain, part 2: Embracing God the Father

Remember when I said Manannan wasn’t a thwap? I’m thinking perhaps I was wrong. He’s been very clear, the past month, what He wants from me this Samhain. He wants me to to do a ritual in which I accept His foster-fatherhood over me, and renounce my biological sire for good. Mind, I did do …

Beach Woes

Wednesday brought a trip up to Powell River so I could work on Thursday and make it back home today, in time for the long weekend (ish). This meant traveling right after school ended on Wednesday and driving like limbo to get to the ferry on time. I drove safely and arrived fairly early, even …

44 Days of Witchery, Day 40: Your altar, if you have one!

This cacophony of light and color is the wall that forms my altars. One on the windowsill, one on the far right, one in the centre, one on the left, and one even further left, on the bookcase. In order: for the Lady of the Stars, for my ancestors, for Morrigan, Brighid, and Manannan in …

Cave of Wonders addition

My mom got me this necklace from her holiday trip to Nicaragua. I love it because it reminds me of both Brighid and a Native Medicine Wheel (and I’m getting more and more involved in Native ideas and beliefs now that I’m taking First Nations Studies). It’s quite amazing how well some aboriginal ideas fit …

Well, I’ve done it.

I just sent in my membership form to ADF. In a few weeks I’ll have my membership packet of materials. I’m feeling pretty tingly and nervous. (Also, apologies for so long without an update. My Oma died at the end of August, and between that and getting back to school and the upheavals there, all …

Ár nDraíocht Féin: A Druid Fellowship

I should be sleeping, but I wanted to blog about this briefly. Several friends of mine (online and off) are part of this organization, so I’ve known about it for several months now, however tangentially. I’ve used the website as a resource when it came to aspects of forging my own NeoCeltic path. I didn’t think …

So Manannan’s a fun guy.

What I posted yesterday was not what I had set out to post. I’d set out to post about Manannan, originally, and I ended up talking about the BP oil spill and rambling about how depressed I get with the state of the world. Well, I guess that is fitting. Anyway, what I had wanted …

Activism and the Path of the Warrior

i was just a girl in a room full of women licking stamps and laughing i remember the feeling of community brewing of democracy happening but i suppose like anybody i had to teach myself to see all that stuff that got lost on its way to church all that stuff that got lost on …