All by mysellllllllllllffffffffffffffffffffff

What does devotion mean in this day and age? What does it mean when someone tells you “I am oathed to such-and-such Deity”? Do they say it with pride? With discomfort? How does our practice and faith interact with the mundane world on a regular basis? I know, I am full of circular questions today….

Eclectic in all the right places

Eclectic means you can teach me new things. Eclectic means you have many different ways of connecting to the Higher Power. Eclectic means you don’t have to search as hard to find cool things for your altar. Eclectic means you can see the faces of the Goddess’ in many different places. Eclectic means I know…

Pagan Blog Project: D is for Death

This past week several people have mentioned that they are scared of death. My reaction is, reasonably, whaaaaaaatt????? Of course I am utterly biased and unfazed by death. That’s what happens when you walk with something this long, it loses its power to scare. Okay maybe not, I’m still terrified of needles, even after being…

Pagan Blog Project: Dietary Taboos (when the Gods come to dinner)

Oh, what to eat. The usual pulling open of cupboards, mentally sifting through menus, standing before the freezer “letting all the cold out”. Lets see: 2 frozen pizzas, 1/3 bag of pizza rolls, Hot-pockets… pizza flavored. Silly boyfriend, silly pizza obsession. Moving down: soda, water, tomatoes, sweet potato, half eaten pasta that probably needs to…

Stories told by the Divine

“Write” She whispers to me. “Write, tell my story from your heart, not from the ice cold pens of men long gone. Tell my story as a woman, as a shaman, as a devotee. Tell the words, put them to the page, let them grow.” “The stories tell of a hidden birth, of fear and…

Pagan Blog Project Week 3: Compassion

I’m a little late to the party on this, but I thought I would join in as a way to get used to blogging. Compassion is sneaky. Its one of those things that we never can quite define, but are oh so quick to point out when its lacking. Compassion demands that we dig into…

Dipping a toe in the water

I know that the first post is always the hardest, but that’s the point of the internal push to write. I know that She approves, that my struggle to find words is in and of itself an offering to Her. The growing pains of the average human are what She delights in, not because She…