Re-Imagining Beltane

For years now, I have been reposting what I wrote years ago for the Solar Holiday Cycle instead of writing anything new, but those of you who have been following this blog know that I am starting to have a bit of a re-think on all of that stuff. We’re not in the Mesolithic anymore, […]

Listening Back

During the breakup of my marriage, my ex gave me a big box of digital audio tapes (DAT), that have since been gathering dust in my closet. DAT was one of the fastest moving obsolescences to happen in the history of digital technology. DATs look like little boxy mini-cassette tapes – and they are, in […]

Spring

Spring Damp air, gray skies the snow melts and freezes freezes and melts Wind has a tantrum but bores quickly We huddle in the fog Clammy-cold creeping, steeping, infusing, dulling our senses Damping, smothering A longer gray day isn’t much better than a short one But maybe the Sun is working on it? He has a good […]

Healer, Don’t Heal Thyself …

I am done with “famous” healer-types rejecting science in misguided attempts to prove their schtick can beat Covid.  You know what? Fuck those people. As you know, I do not ordinarily use that kind of language when referring to anyone (unless they are icky politicians), but people people people, it is unconscionable to encourage your […]

Non-binary Holidays?

As a genderqueer person, I have been struggling for several years with the strong binary of the Pagan holidays.  Yes, I tell myself, they are about fertility and making food (and making people) and one needs both ends of the spectrum to do that. Absolutely. It’s not like none of the Celtic gods and goddesses […]

Welcome to the Ugly

Spring is powerful. The life force is rising ridiculously. It’s almost like life is starting over. In the mud. Again. Ah, the mud. It’s everywhere. Sticky and squishy and everywhere. There is no place mud can’t reach. I used to dread spring out on the farm because I could mop the goddam floor twice a […]

The Power of Books

In the Terry Pratchett books, it’s the Dwarves who are horrified when words are erased.  I think I know Pratchett well enough to know that if Tennessee were in Discworld, there would have been a riot a few nights ago. Vimes would have called everybody in. Detritus would have been there with his Piece Maker […]

The Abhorrent Thing

In seventh grade they showed us a documentary about what happened in the Nazi concentration camps. I fricking fell out of my chair and fainted in a heap on the floor and had to be carried to the nurse’s office. And my parents were not at all pissed about me being exposed to this violent […]