Renewing the pledge
The temptation is very strong to delete the first line of the previous post, considering how embarrassingly I’ve failed to live up to that aim. But that would be sort of dishonest, so I’ll leave it. At...
View ArticleLiving from here
Sometimes when life seems too busy, when it seems as though there’s so much to do and so few hours in which to do it, this anxious and rebellious small voice pipes up to protest spending time in...
View ArticleThoughts before the solstice
I spent a little time outside today, enjoying the dappled sunlight under the trees, the gentle wind, the sweet, green smell of early summer. It’s nearly the solstice, the peak of the Eye of Ra’s...
View ArticlePurity and priority
I’m a little bit tired today; it was a slow, rough, frustrating day at work. Fortunately my festival calendar is clear until the end of the week. Or perhaps not so fortunately after all. Some festivity...
View ArticleG is for gardens
For the Pagan Blog Project: I was surprised a while ago, while reading a book on the garden in ancient Egypt, to learn that the people made gardens around the tombs. Surprised, but I can see it now,...
View ArticleOnward through the fog
Yesterday was one of the struggling days. It was hot and cruelly humid, our AC wasn’t working, and I was feeling run down and out of sorts. I’d just taken a shower and purified in preparation for the...
View ArticleGardening with Gods
Garden madness has struck, I fear. I succumbed to the need to have all the plants, which now means I have to plant all the plants. In our lovely clayey New Jersey soil. I spent several hours today and...
View ArticleOn the Day When the Eye of Ra Calls the Shemsu
Today was the festival known as The Eye of Ra Calls the Shemsu. In Kemetic Orthodoxy, it’s a time to contemplate the vows that we’ve taken (or that we might be considering taking). To celebrate the...
View ArticleComing back from the field
I had a dream the other night in which I had left my Seven Arrows of Bast statues hidden in the tall grass around the edges of a field. I was going back to look for them, and I was afraid that someone...
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