The Wild Hunt (https://wildhunt.org/author/Luke)
Luke Babb is a magical Jack of All Trades and a companion of Robin Goodfellow Their eclectic polytheist practice centers travel, storytelling, and relationship as potent forms of magic. Luke lives in Chicago, where they spend time exploring new neighborhoods and looking for Hermes in unexpected architectural details.
“I should pour a little of this back onto the roots,” they say as we dip spoons in the maple syrup and argue about whether to reduce it more. “Pay it back.” “Why wouldn’t you give it something from your world?” I ask. “It gave you something of itself.” “You want me to give it blood?”
The magic that I do has the same grit-teeth determination as any other chore. I need to wash the dishes. I need to take out the trash. I need to light a candle and tell Hermes that I am afraid. I need to tell the Puck I love him. But the baby is coming in a month and a half.
“What if,” I say idly, “I started celebrating Christmas again, but in an Arthurian sort of way?” “Camelot is the Christian wart on the face of pagan England,” my husband grumps.
“She pushes me under the water quickly, but there’s no violence to it,” writes Luke Babb in a searing encounter with the spirit world. “Still, I panic. I hold my breath, struggle against her, but this is the sort of thing she is. I am the sort of thing that breathes, and so, despite my body’s stubborn refusal, eventually my lungs pull in and I taste the water in the back of my throat.”
More than Heathenry itself, Loki was the lynchpin of my spirituality, the guiding star and supporting bedrock of my life. When I finally admitted that we were done, it wracked through me in wave after wave of tears. I had, I realized, grown too far from the person I had once been. I looked at my father’s gifts and I could no longer tolerate the cost.
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