Paganism
Column: Jack of the Lantern
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Now, everyone knows a Jack tale. There’s the one about the beanstalk, sure, and most have heard a story or two about him in one of his many run-ins with the devil. The details change, but the man is the same.
apartment
Column: Stewardship, or Building the Hearth-Fire
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“How,” I asked my partner, at last, “do you have a home you can’t take care of?”
Living
Column: On Masks
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As I settle into the house I find myself living most of my life in that space, surrounded by my allies. Hermes near the door, gathering small bright things like a magpie. Athena by the window, firm and steady and unexpected, watching with her grey eyes. The Good Neighbors at the threshold, honey in their cups and hawthorne close to hand.
divination
Column: Spirit Box
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“Where should I put your altar in the new house?” I asked Loki, settling back into the couch as my partner Bat sat with zir headphones on, listening to the random noises that were all ze could hear. “Do you like where it is?”
“People are angry,” he said, stilted, as Bat relayed the message.
“Who’s angry?” I asked, a little alarmed.
“Beatrice.”
“I don’t know a Beatrice,” I said.
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Column: Merry Wanderer
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Here is what I know about Robin Goodfellow, the Puck, the mythic figure that influenced Shakespeare’s work. He’s old – old enough that records in the 1500s talk about working with him as a practice that was already fading, only remembered by grandmothers. He’s famous – famous enough that, in one old text, some of the good folk in England are referred to as plural, “robingoodfellowes.” He’s complicated. He’s a household name. All of this is true – and yet I have only found a handful of Pagans practicing today who work with him.