There is a TV show trope that I just absolutely detest: the person who marries another person, knowing they have a vocation or calling, who then gets all bent out of shape when their spouse puts that calling before them. It came up again for me because the wife and I are re-watching “The West Wing” (and crying bit). In one of the first episodes of the first season, Leo McGarry (who is the Chief of Staff) comes home, and his wife is mad at him for missing their anniversary. The next day he tries to plan a romantic dinnerContinue Reading

He comes to me lays His hands on my head and says: “I can’t promise you that things will get better. I can’t tell you that there won’t be more violence in My name. I can tell you that you will have life and love and laughter and sorrow before you cross over. You need not stay at Death’s altar in order to understand Us. Remember to love in this life, and remember Me as I should be.”

She is a wonder Even I Can’t figure out And sometimes She surprises me With her changes And twists And turns But these things Cement my love For her I will not be swayed

I helped you set up Instagram on your new phone when you got to Chicago, you took a picture of your hotel bed 2000 miles away I longed to join you and the universe said not long now not long now

“So, now that I’ve made all these tools, what do you want of me?” I asked. “Well, you use them, of course!” She said. “But I’m not sure how, and for what purpose!” She sighed. “I suppose it’s only fair to tell you since we had you write the journey in the first place. Ok, here you go: The Stone is for looking at the past, storing, and remembering. The Knife is for the work of magick, as you already know. The Dark Mirror is for scrying and to help when dealing with the dead. The Water Bowl is forContinue Reading

“No, no…pleases don’t fall asleep! I’d like to have this conversation.” He said, as I was typing in my bed. I was tempted to nap right then, but I did want to write. I turned on my Hated Bands playlist and invited Him to have a seat. He laughed. “It’s easy for people to hate what they don’t understand, isn’t it?” I nodded. “Definitely. Or to think someone is evil because they like something you don’t.” He gave me that look. “Okay, Okay! Guilty. But, seriously, how can people like Trump and say they believe in You? How can theyContinue Reading

“You humans are very strange creatures,” She said as She sat down. I took a sip of my cocoa. “I can’t argue with You about that. We tend to do a lot of weird stuff to each other and to our planet. We are stubborn, willful, quick to anger, but then we can be full of compassion, joy, and happiness.” “Well, yes, that’s very true.” She paused. “But your species doesn’t learn very well from it’s past, does it?” “No, unfortunately.” “You all come through My realm, one way or another, and yet you never seem to listen to theContinue Reading

I like makeup, and I’m having fun with it, even though the butch side of myself is going “huh? wut?” I am an activist for some things, and I’ll do the work when I need to, but I’m not so keen on the community around activism sometimes. There are times when the very far left sounds quite similar to the very far right, especially in the “I will shout at you until you believe like I do” school of activism. Speaking of politics, I am not an anarchist, even though I’m pagan. I love all you Anarcho-pagans out there. KeepContinue Reading

It’s Holy Week. The last week of my working, which ends on Sunday night. It’s interesting to look at this working from (almost) the other side. I was kind of nervous about doing it, really, since I hadn’t really done something quite like this before, but I know now that I didn’t need to be nervous about it. Going through it was definitely work and I learned a lot. From Hecate I learned to let go of people and things that I couldn’t do much about (and about curbing the obsession I can get sometimes with wanting to know everythingContinue Reading

(This was written for my church family at City of Refuge UCC for their last Sunday of their Consecration Month which had the theme “Sounds of Pentecost.” It was read today, January 31, at the their regular service.) The first time I came to Refuge, I had a vision. Everyone was up at the front laying hands on someone who needed healing, while I stayed in my seat because I was being shy. I was waiting to see what the Spirit of Jesus looked like at Refuge, because most churches have a particular way Christ manifests in their church. Now,Continue Reading