Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Equinox to Equinox
It's the morning of the Autumn Equinox.
The kitty is playing with something, up and down the hall.
Clacketta clacketta clacketta.
What is that damn cat playing with now? I wonder.
Turns out, it's a jelly bean.
There's a little Samhain in every Bealtaine, they say.
A little Bealtaine in every Samhain.
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