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Birthdays

Mine has just passed on January 15, but as I began to weave my thoughts on what the day might look like, I quickly realized that I have no birthday traditions. Birthdays have always been the lowest day of the year for me–for one reason or another, I have cried every year on January 15, […]

Legba’s Gift

Brown hoofs splashed through the marsh-swamps just beyond the open Gates; as I exhaled my reverence, love, and thankfulness through the boundary to those who had just given their offering to me in exchange for my gifts of food, incense, spices, and devotion, my skin slick with henbane ointment, I felt my spirit sent out […]

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 […]