Apples all round

Manannán is a god of orchards. Nehalennia is a goddess of apples harvested and baked into pies. Idunn’s the goddess of the apples untouched on the tree. Aengus, in my mind, is the god of cider. I need to know about apples and their gods. I cannot eat raw apples and move. It is the […]

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On heroic living

How to write about heroism without sounding like a pompous ass? I am not a hero, or a teacher of heroes or the bloody Pagan pope. For there can only be one … and it simply is not my style. My voice is not the voice of solemn authority, nor that of the satyr. But […]

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Honest about headcovering

When I pray, I cover my head. Coincidently I also cover my hair, but that is not my intent of purpose. When I stand before the gods I cover my head. I believe I would do the same if I were completely bald. For many women covering is precisely about their hair. They dyeing or […]

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G is for great writers

One of the downsides of being a non-native English speaker, is that I cannot for the life of me think of a word starting with the letter ‘g’. I can hold a perfect conversation, but coming up with random words is proving difficult. I believed I needed the Pagan Blog Project and the order of […]

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Circles offer me no protection.

All sacred circles put you “betwixt and between”, the make you feel alone but vulnerable to the eyes that watch. From where? Deep in the trees. From the sky above. From earlier ages. Stepping into any circle’s centre – whether of trees or standing stones – is to make yourself at once vulnerable to the […]

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