My dead are calling

It’s been going on as long as I’ve been celebrating the Deipnon, at least, so that’s got to be four years or so, because part of my practice is to make an offering to my ancestors on that day.  What began as a simple-but-expensive libation (olive oil and Scotch) now includes offering an IRA contribution

Stone soup

In his closing remarks at the Polytheist Leadership Conference Sannion compared it to that old tale of collaborative food. People contributing knowledge and wisdom and helping hands. The traditions represented were diverse but the conversations were largely about similarities rather than differences. Ancestors, how we honor them and how the influence us, figured prominently into

Almostheria

I wind up this month with libations to Hekate and my ancestors, making a Deipnon feast as I have now for several years at the dark of the moon.  The cycle has come ’round again, and the suns sets tonight upon the first of the lilies blooming in my yard.  Indeed, it is nearly time

Where I come from

This time of year is when I think most about my ancestors, and the thoughts go deeper with each successive year.  Today I accompanied my mother on her annual pilgrimage to visit my father’s grave.  It’s a good time for this visit:  the flags which were placed on each grave for Memorial Day are still

Not a leader yet

I won’t be presenting a workshop at the Polytheist Leadership Conference.  While it thrilled me to no end when I asked asked to do so over coffee, I wasn’t able to pull it together by yesterday’s deadline.  (I’m also behind on assignments for a money class I’m taking, and generally exercising imperfect time-management skills regarding