Prayers for the New Year
Hail Day and sons of Day! Hail Night and her daughters! Hail to the Aesier! Hail the Asynjur! Hail to all the bountiful earth! ~ from Sigdrifa’s prayer Frigg, bless me as I work. Like you, I am a mother, but I have no idea how to do this. Some moments are filled with such...
Ode to Morgan le Fay, My Cat
For two and a half years I’ve managed to not wax eloquent regarding my love for my cat, Morgan le Fay (aka Mo). Tonight, though, I sit at my desk attempting to come up with a topic for this week’s post, mind blown by the business that is life–the girls return to school, our quarterly...
Pagan Phone Apps
TheScott and I upgraded our phones from the iPhone 3GS to iPhone 5s as our holiday presents to each other. Woo! I LOVE SIRI! And the camera. And the awesome screen. Seriously, what did we do before smartphones? I organize my life with mine–my calendar, my email, the weather, my To Do list, social media,...
Fictionalizing the Divine
I write in a paranormal, urban fantasy, science fiction sort of genre. Lately I’ve found myself using not just creatures from mythology, but the gods themselves as characters. Odin, Freyja and Idunna make cameos in the latest book I turned in to my editor. (Whether or not they stay in the final draft is up to...
SCUBA Diving with the Disir
When I was a kiddo, maybe seven or eight years old, my dad fell in love with SCUBA diving. So much so he wanted the whole family to join him so we could explore the oceans together. It was a wonderful idea. I’m pretty sure my big sister and big brother successfully got certified, along...
My Magical Daughter
For those of you new to the blog, TheScott and I are currently fostering two girls, ages four and seven, with the hope of adopting them. I haven’t been doing much religious work with the girls, mostly because we’ve been trying to organize life as a new family and it hasn’t been an imperative. As...
According to some people, I am an accidental serial killer. Or, why I don’t believe a fertilized egg is a person.
I’m not here to start a general debate on abortion. I’m pretty darn far to the left on this issue (hey, my Norse ancestors didn’t consider a person human until nine days after they were born. Comparatively I’m downright conservative), but I can at least understand why somebody would have a more strict viewpoint than...
Keeping the Practice During Times of Change
**Hello Realm! Jax here. It’s good to be back! A HUGE thank you to Najla, Meagan, and Michelann, our guest Princesses while I was on hiatus. You ladies rock! As do you, Princess GG, for keeping things organized and running while I was gone. Finally, a huge thank you to all of you for your...
Royal Advisors Wanted… Mixed Religious Parenting
Our contract is in with our adoption agency. TheScott and I are officially on the waiting list for receiving custody of children Excuse me while I go breathe into a paper bag a few times. Okay, back now. As I’ve mentioned before, TheScott and I are adopting through the foster system. We’re looking for two...
Dear Wife of Pagan…
This week GG pointed me to an article on Slate.com in which Dear Prudence gives meh advice* to a devout Christian woman whose husband of four years converted from atheism to Wicca. Jason at The Wild Hunt already wrote detailing why the advice of Emily Yoffe, Dear Prudence’s author, was not only bad advice but...
Walking the Talk: Explaining Heathenry to an Adoption Agency
We spend a lot of our time in The Realm talking about Pagan interactions in the real world, and I have, in the past, encouraged people who are able without intense repercussions to come out of the broom closet. My convictions tell me that being open about who I am and what I believe is...
As I Dig
As I Dig As I dig in the garden My trowel strikes something hard. And the child inside can’t help but wonder Is it a time capsule? Some buried artifact, Left behind by owners long gone? Or pirate treasure? My adult self knows it is a rock. A big one. And it will be arduous...
