Tag Archives: Voodoo

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 […]

Indigenous Identity, or Why I Can’t Drink from My Own Well

I decided to join the Pagan Blog Project band-wagon! This post is greatly inspired by the recent PBP post “Indigenous Way” by Lucius Svartwulf, about embracing one’s own indigenous culture. Many Pagans struggle with identity, with trying to squish the vastness of their personal practices and faiths into a single label. I still remember how […]