Column: The Guardian Mountain

Twelve years ago to the day, I boarded a flight from the Oslo-Gardenmoen airport in south Norway. I was heading for Tromsø, some 1100 kilometers (roughly 700 miles) north, where I was to start a new year of study and a new chapter in my life. This plane ride was but the last leg of a much longer trip which started all the way in the southern French town of Beziers, where I lived, before leading to Paris, my birth place, and then Oslo, all through a combination of high speed trains, overnight bus rides, and ferries. When I arrived in Tromsø, it was a typical Arctic autumn day, where massive gray clouds had only cold winds to compete with for the domination of the skies. As I left the airport, I grabbed unto my two massive suitcases, and headed for the other side of the island, where the campus was located.

Column: Cornerstone

Sheri Barker reflects on how she has grown her relationship with the land she lives on, and how the goddess Brigid intervened to show her a secret in the ground below.

Opinion: The Diminutive Salmon

Salmon are shrinking, which portends serious issues in their environment. How can Pagans be conscientious about their relationship to the animal world? Nathan Hall opines on how Pagan spirituality is connected to the fate of the fish.