Call (a poem)

Call – and I will part the veil of black. Call – and I will walk the hidden path and let my footsteps fall into the silence, unseen. Call – and I will kneel at the altar of bone and worship in dusk and grey. Call – and I will speak your words and let…

Pagan blog project – when Hope fails

Hope is the thing with feathers Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could…

Pagan Blog Project – the dance of the Hedgewitch

Here is a new term for you: Hedgewitch. What, pray tell, is a Hedgewitch and why would I pull this term out of my mixed bag to gift to you, darling readers? Because. Okay, I know that’s less than helpful but bear with me and I shall try to eventually bring this to a fruitful…

“Gender and Death” from Lady Hela

Written at Hela’s prompting: You discuss gender and androgyny and sexuality, but these are all limited human terms to point out this: who is reproducing with whom and what is beneficial for the community? People used to think it terms of the whole, but the whole has been whittled down to individual persons and its…

Pagan Blog Project – patron Goddess

Someone asked me last week to speak more about one of my patron Goddess’, so here you go. Not much is known about Angrboda from the lore, so lets start from the very beginning. In the beginning were the giants. They lived in two lands, one of fire and one of ice. In the middle,…

A mini rant

I am tired. I am tired of arguing for my faith. I am tired of being told that what I am is nothing more than an ego-driven delusion. I am tired of battling against stereotypes of dark and light, witch and shaman, bad and good. I am tired and I no longer accept your definitions…