My Pagan Path




VultureInFlight
It started in January when I went to the Women’s March in Washington, and was especially strong during my trip to the beach where I met Manannan Mac Lir. I dedicated both trips to The Morrigan, and both times saw an inordinate amount of soaring birds I assumed to be […]

Vultures And The Morrigan




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After coming home from the Women’s March, I reached the point where depression and anxiety made it impossible to do more than put one foot in front of the other each day. I did plant a garden – but that’s been about the only productive thing I’ve done in 2017. […]

Meeting Manannan Mac Lir









BowieFree 2
Look up here, I’m in Heaven I’ve got scars, That can’t be seen I’ve got drama, Can’t be stolen Everybody knows me now…* I woke up Monday morning to the news that David Bowie had passed. I was staying at a cousin’s house in western NC, near the nursing home where my […]

Death, David Bowie, and Grandma