As I sit by the bonfire in my mind, I toss a few of the sticks into the fire. They're my problems, my stressors and my bad fortune. As they burn away, I watch the flames burst into different color.

She always meets me there. Today, in my mind, I wear the same clothes that I do in reality. For a moment, I think she'll scoff at my heels. But she ( Read more... )

I don't "do" magic.

I am magical.

I breathe magic.

I live magically ( Read more... )

I dreamt of running with the Fianna.

My hair swept by the perfumed wind of wild flowers and evergreen.

My feet silent on the forest floor as we ran after our quarry.

My bed the lush green grass of the hillside as I heard the music of the sidhe from beneath the ground.

And I felt content there. At home there. I vaguely recall speaking with Oscar and ( Read more... )

Because of Hurricane Sandy, the Samhain ritual the students were planning never happened. We didn't get back into the swing of things until after Christmas, unfortunately. So the next big ritual is Imbolc.

As I may have mentioned, I keep the planning and ritual writing to them. I'm not really up for doing a general pagan (is that even a thing? I ( Read more... )

The tea spilled first. Fresh, boiling and all over myself and the floor. I withstood it long enough to finish pouring it into the second glass and put it down on my dresser ( Read more... )

I have been given many titles but I give no name.

I am the thunder beneath the hooves
             of the defenders of Erin.

I am the giver of life and death
             through use of a single club.

I am son, brother, father
             and grandfather of the Tuatha.

Look for me, and you will find abundance.
You can find me in the ( Read more... )

It usually starts with shivers in a warm room ( Read more... )

I used to hate Thursdays. Everything bad in my life happens on a Thursday - or it did. And that's surprisingly true. I used to joke around that Thor hated me and every time it was his day, he'd try to smite me in some way.

So when I took on extra hours at work every Thursday night from 8pm-11pm, without overtime, I thought I must have been crazy.

See ( Read more... )

I do not kneel before my gods; I sit beside them on the ground, whether it be tile or dirt ( Read more... )

Every time I remember what he gave me, it's something different. A dead rose brought back to life in our hands. A cupped palm of crystal clear water. An acorn on the edge of potential.

At first, I questioned if I had dreamed it all. But every step is the same, every leaf flowing in time, and every heartbeat in sync with the meditation. I just had ( Read more... )