From the Wild Hunt: Robert Rudachyk is seeking the nomination to become the Liberal Party of Canada‘s candidate for the federal riding of Saskatoon West. What makes this run for office unusual is that Rudachyk appears to be the first openly Heathen candidate to run for public office in Canada.
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Blót-monað, the ancestors called it: Sacrifice-Month.* Or one could say (as the ancestors did, in their pragmatic way) Blood-month. It still goes on.
Deer-hunting begins this weekend here in Minnesota. Hunting opener is generally the first full weekend of November. (Just coincidence, I'm sure. Yeah, right.) Blood on the leaves.
It's the season of the Dead, yes, but let us not forget what the witches in their wisdom have always remembered: it's also the time of the Rut.** The fawns that Old Green Eyes sires right now will be born about Bealtaine, sure. Blood and spooge: Old Craft in the nutshell.
The full moon is celebrated and cursed. Those who work in the police, hospital, and so on will tell you that behavior is odder during this time of the month.
The full moon is about completion. It is like a pregnant woman about to give birth. The energy is high and in some cases giddy....
Blogging is a funny thing. You never know which post is going to take off and which is going to sit there. Sometimes a post comes back from the dead.
Last spring I published this post merging a trope from The Walking Dead with spiritual practice. It was meant to sum up a series I was doing on science and religion. The other posts were popular, and I had this cute little thing where I tied one of TV’s most popular shows into my final thoughts on the matter, so I figured that post would get some views.
Nope. Nobody saw it. The post died pretty miserably. But apparently no one stabbed it in the head, because last month it came back to life.
I opened up this season's first quart of kimchi this morning. Kimchi for breakfast may not be everyone's idea of a good time, but it suits me just fine.
A couple of weeks back one of my covensibs gave me some lovely tender little baby turnips from her last farm share. (Yes, Virginia, witches really do eat babies.) I had some nice plump daikons over from the last farmer's market and a couple of stray parsnips at the bottom of the vegetable drawer. Chop 'em up, mix 'em with green onion, grated ginger, a heaping tablespoon of cayenne, a little sugar, and more garlic than anyone should ever eat. Immerse in brine and let the fermentation begin. Sweet.
We didn't have our first frost until the night before Halloween this year. That's the latest freeze I can remember here. I'm still getting broccoli and collards from the garden—those cabbage vegetables just love cold—and the parsley's still holding on. With luck, they'll keep going till the ground freezes. But we're entering the season of pickles, and I say: bring it on.
Below is my tribute to Freya, divinity #24 wrongfully placed the atheist's graveyard. This is my continuing effort to learn about and post something on each divinity placed there.
Whoo hoo! I can finally share some great news I've been sitting on for a while. (It's a little squished, but still fun.) I'm going to be a cover model!
No, not on the cover of one of my books (although there are folks who think that the picture of Barbara Yager, my first Baba Yaga, looks a bit like me on the cover of Wickedly Dangerous -- yes, my abs look *just* like that...snort). And not on the cover of Time Magazine as Witch of the Year, although really, I'm not sure why not....