I was raised Catholic in the tradition of my part Italian father and his fully Italian father; a tradition that my great-grandparents brought with them from the shores of Western Italy. At 16 when I refused the holy sacrament of confirmation, what would have been
My uroma took a drag from the cigarette in her gnarled hand and then pointed its smoldering bud towards me. Evil men come, she said in the same manner as she might tell me to fold laundry, and all you can do is have strength. Evil
Siedr: The Gate is Open by Katie Gerrard was my introduction to the Nordic shamanistic tradition of siedr and remains one of my favorites. Though I am a witch and an animist, I find it necessary to journey forth with a healthy sense of skepticism and
Autumn weather has finally come to North Texas and the blistering heat of Summer seems to have dissipated. In an area of the world where days over 100º F are not only common but expected for what seem like unending stretches of Summer, it’s easy
I recently took a trip to Ireland and discovered not only does the Guinness really taste better in Dublin, but the fairy folk are alive and well on the Emerald Isle. I was continually told that though an Irishman might not say he believes in
A year ago I began down a path through otherworlds and underworlds, where visions flowed like water from a tap. I met gods and spirits and came to know my disir, my ancestral and family spirits, who guided my journey as a wolf, shark, and
