As I sit here and type this, its Christmas Day here in the States. Roughly about 0945 in the morning,…
There are a handful of things that stress me out to the maximum. Most people who have known me for…
Today is the Winter Solstice. Where am I celebrating it? In my usual location for most major events on the…
Working with the Gods evokes thoughts of grand scope and size. It’s just not always the case.
Is it “serious” or “silly” Paganism? Who is the gatekeeper for the definition?? My take.
Once in awhile, I find the need to stop and put things in order and remind myself who I am.
What do others mean to you? Have you ever examined those connections? This is my try at that.
Moving forward means being who you are. I am a Druid, a Pagan and a Priest. No apologies…
Our collective society has created a tornadic Information environment, which is problematic.
Rebellions are built on hope. I am thankful for these statements, which remind us who we are.
Discussing some of my favorite writers, bloggers and podcasters…
Politics is a pollutant to who and what I am. Sometimes one just has to refocus and center.
The storm is here. Worrying means that normal everyday life stops. Instead, its time to live.
Looking at my calendar, so many things are in countdown mode. The Gods don’t work that way.
The Storm is here. I watch. I wait. I will protect and intervene. I will not be a bystander.
Poem: Teeth of the Storm
Z-Rock had a saying: tune in and rip the knob off the radio. So I am doing just that.
Poem: Shattered Summer Dreams
Poem: Labeling Theory