A sandwich is a thing framed by another thing, with the thing in the middle being the part that matters when it’s being named: it’s a ham sandwich, not a rye sandwich. This is why I find the phrase “compliment sandwich” utterly nonsensical; it should be called a criticism sandwich, a putdown hero, an insultContinue reading “Death sandwich”
Raymond Buckland wasn’t the first writer about Paganism that I read; that designation goes to Margot Adler. My early teachers didn’t use books, and by the time I was starting a library, I already knew that I was not a really a Witch. While I knew his name, I didn’t actually pick up one ofContinue reading “Passing”
This time of year is when I most strongly feel the ancestors around me. Memorial Day was yesterday, and tomorrow is the anniversary of my father’s birth. Six years ago my cat went missing on June 9, and I wonder if he yet lives, or I may honor him among the dead. This past weekendContinue reading “Standing between death and the dead”
I do not celebrate the Deipnon exactly when most of my co-religionists do, which was last night. This is due to my stubborn insistence to hold onto this one last remaining vestige of the modern calendar in my practice. When I began this path and learned about monthly observances, I began them on the firstContinue reading “A crunchy Deipnon”
The dead try to get my attention by rearranging things. Cats are implicated.