Once upon a time, winter was something to survive. It was no joke. I don't mean like, lacking vitamin D, wishing you could wear shorts, and grumbling about commuting home in the dark. More like a quarter of your community freezing or starving to death, succumbing to illness, being lost in a …
Imbolc
Meet The Priestess
She stands on a snowy hill, dressed in white; a lone beacon of warmth in a frozen landscape. From a distance, you can see her breath puffing out in measured clouds. As she walks closer, her warmth wraps around you like an embrace. She stops in front of you, and suddenly she's no longer …
Where are we?
We're walking the Wheel of the Year, spending around 6 weeks in each season. Normally, right about now we'd be completing a season and getting ready for a "rest week" when we clear off our altar, pause our anointing practice, and let the work of the season settle and integrate. But this time, …