Category Hearth & Home

Samhain Reflections on Transition

One thing I have loved about the Pacific Northwest since moving here as a child is just how markedly observable the seasonal changes are up here. While I’m sure I just didn’t take the time when I was young to notice the smaller seasonal changes that occur in my southern California birthplace, I love how […]

Feeling Their Presence

I sprang awake this morning at 5 am with the strange compulsion to write my will, the contents of which I had just dreamed of in their entirety. Never before had I considered writing a will, but the season of death and getting cozy with your ancestors will do that to you. I also awoke […]

Heeding What You Hear

How well can you listen? How well can you hear the calls of the spirits, the commands and desires of the gods, and the whispers of the dead? I’ve always had a good inner ear for it, but as much as I want to be good at taking orders, I’m not. I’ve always preferred to […]

Writing the Next Chapter

Sometimes I feel like Enkidu in the Epic of Gilgamesh, who traveled to the Underworld with knowledge of everything right to do while he was there and yet who did everything wrong. Or maybe I’m more like Persephone, tricked and trapped by a dark figure in a dark land. I am a very different person than […]

Lights Out and Spirits Wild

He has allies on the other side of the fence; I know he does, even despite his oaths (or perhaps they are the ones who helped him to make those pacts), but the darkness still creeps in as he speaks, drawn to the cold flame of his voice just as it seemed to loom that […]

Ancestor Reverence in New Orleans

While the world held its breath to see what midnight on the Solstice held, I watched the bright constellations in the country sky, listened to the toads and the scuffle and scratching of chickens and turkeys in the yard. In mid-December my man and I moved from my beloved Pacific Northwest to the damp and […]

penelope at midnight

warm and sweet air penelope is the name this night gives me spiderwebs drape themselves over soft freckled skin as i crouch among the ivy it is not a challenge to shapeshift though it is a mystery to some to wear fox-fur and fly with crow’s tar-black tricksy wings it is not the moon i […]