Living
Christmastide
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“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.
Living
Changeling
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“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.”
Living
Leaving Home
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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.
Living
Repeating Justice
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I don’t know the likelihood that a specific tarot card would show up in five readings that I gave myself from different decks. I’d guess that the answer is “slim.” How do I explain it, then, when the same card appears for me in a dozen readings, from a dozen different hands?
Living
House Spirit
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But of all the Witchy items I’ve acquired over the years, the go bag is by far the most useful. Like all my favorite tools, it seems frivolous and self-aggrandizing until it is suddenly vital.