(This article was first published in SageWoman, Fall 2002) When I was 18 my boyfriend died, and the place I went for solace was the…
It is our favorite party of the year, when we gather with beloved friends and family to honor St Lucia, the Lightbringer “who heralds the…
“Lo! on our threshold there, White-clad, with flame-crown’d hair: Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia.” I hear you singing this refrain as I enter your homes on…
Lammas is the first of the three harvests, with Autumn Equinox and Samhain (Halloween) to follow. For me, it always carries a bittersweet feeling, especially…
From the moment I drove off the ferry onto the island, I knew I was home. No other place on the planet that I’ve ever…
Last night our friends gathered to honor the changing tide and to remember our loved ones now on the other side of the veil. We…
I’m home from the third annual Northwest Lammas Festival, a homegrown affair started and sustained by some of my mermaid sisters and brothers. (We thank…
It was a small gathering, around 60 people or so, but the intimate size felt just right. We gathered together on sacred ground to celebrate…
Yesterday was the first anniversary of my father’s passing. Nora, Craig, and I went for a walk in the deep woods where he used to…
During the week I work. It distracts me. Writing lines of XHTML code, placing one color against another, finding a pleasing harmony. Solving an intricate…