by Byron Ballard | Dec 4, 2016
pretty berries but not on my stove today I have spent the last few days preparing for the winter Solstice giving season. My year of travelling continues one week from today as we head northward to my husband’s family in New York. Then a few days at home before...
by Byron Ballard | Nov 27, 2016
ancestor altar 2014 We are in the final weeks of the half-year season that I call the Long Dying. The Winter Solstice will be arrive on the longest night of the year, when all hope of mercy and aid has been smoored to the palest glow of renewed fire. In interfaith...
by Byron Ballard | Nov 25, 2016
It may be that celebrating the harvest was always a complicated matter. After spending months in the anxiety and hard work of planting, tending, harvesting and preserving the crops, we were exhausted, worn out. We faced a winter that was uncertain as to its duration...
by Byron Ballard | Nov 23, 2016
gazing pool The smoke has returned here. We had a couple of clearer and more hopeful days but today the air quality took another downturn and I am coughing and red-eyed again. As North Carolina continues to struggle with who is and is not our governor, the burning of...
by My Village Witch | Feb 2, 2016
It is Imbolc and there is still much to do. With one eye, I am following the results out of Iowa and wishing NC had a caucus process because it seems so interesting. With another eye, I am reviewing the Mother Grove Imbolc ritual for Saturday night. But my third eye...