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A lament for sweet-water Đirona

Heavens open to star-crowned Sweet-water Đirona, who blesses The deep rivers under the earth that connect Caverns to every roaring sea, Đirona, most beloved, Twilight star above a dark horizon who always listens, Carrying all sorrow away to sediment, who knows Exactly where each tear falls, each raindrop drips, Star-gleam

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Polytheist or Pagan? A Little Poll

At the beginning of the month, I launched a little poll on pagan.plus: My reach on pagan.plus is actually not very large, so I was pretty happy with the 45 participants. Personally, like 8 other polled members of pagan.plus, I actually prefer the term "polytheist"

Petitioning Abellion For His Favour at the Apple Orchard

I am currently writing the tests to move from the rank of Student to Initiate in Toutâ Galation. The following is adapted from an answer I prepared for this test. I first briefly wrote about this ritual on this very blog in September 2021: "Orchardcraft." One of my

Mythless

There’s a frequent joke shared in Heathenry spaces which I share below: In the first square, the Hellenist Polytheists say: “Heathens, I can explain!”; in the second, the Norse Heathens say: “You have all those myths? We just have one book!”; in the third, the Anglo-Saxon Heathens say: “A

A few notes on the theorized original characteristics of the Gaulish religion(s)

I’ve been slowly making my way through Les religions gauloises by Jean-Louis Brunaux over the past several months. I really loved reading Les druides, which I had to return to the national library but am hoping to pick back up again soon. Les religions gauloises similarly does not disappoint.

On Slowing Down, Way Down

Every now and then I find myself falling into the same old trap of urgency. The I shoulds and I needs become confused and pressing. I find myself despairing at the piles of books and scholarly articles downloaded, the endless notes piling up, the outlines that never make it past

Notes on Isabelle Stengers’ “Reclaiming Animism” (Part Two)

Qui suis-je? Si par exception je m’en rapportais à un adage: en effet pourquoi tout ne reviendrait-it pas à savoir qui je « hante »? Je dois avouer que ce dernier mot m’égare, tendant à établir entre certains êtres et moi des rapports plus singuliers, moins évitables, plus troublants que

A Shrine for Cathubodua

There are few things I love more than taking a beautiful, decorated wooden box, and hiding treasures inside, much like a magpie might. Perhaps this is my Catholic upbringing finally shining through me with this little project. I feel proud to share with you all my writing shrine to Cathubodua.

Notes on Isabelle Stengers’ “Reclaiming Animism” (Part One)

That – before the field become solely map memory In some archive of some architect’s screen I might possess it or it possess me Through its night dew, its moon white caul Its slick and shine and its prolifigacy In every wingbeat in every beat of time Death of a

Đirona's Crown

I spent hours watching the fresh-watered waves collide against the earth; thunder brewing at the tip top of the pines, glorious skies that unfurl out and deep into the west; the wind carrying sweet-water spray onto the land where I stand in the shadows of the trees, waiting for the