I live near a beautiful river in British Columbia where our local First Nations peoples have lived for over 3000 years. Not far from my home in the Slocan Valley, right beside the river, are hundreds of ancient pit houses.
An easy access trail takes me through cedars, larch, pine, fir trees and soapalali, where long footfalls have tread on Mother Earth.
What better day of the month to release that which no longer serves me, that which harms me and holds me back, than the night before the new moon?
I feel like I've been carrying the weight of the grieving world on my shoulders for the last few weeks. Perhaps for the last few months. And I've come very close to my breaking point.
Jamie
Mr. Posch,I've never had a song pop into my head when a bald eagle flies overhead. Favorite patriotic song, though? I'd have to say, "American Trilogy...
Meredith Everwhite
This was delightful and very refreshing, thank you! This is the kind of insight and thought process more modern pagans need to have, to the point that...
Steven Posch
Back in the Paganolithic Era--as you may remember--we used to sing:
I circle around, I circle around/the boundaries of the Earth/the boundaries of th...