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 | Jul 30, 2016
My “power” playlist starts with Copland’s Appalachian Spring, from there to the Moldau by Smetana, then the Rach 5, continues with Orff’s Carmina Burana and ends with Beethoven’s Ninth. Sometimes I like the Rach 5 after Carmina Burana,...
by Byron Ballard | Jul 23, 2016
spinning a different sort of world Social media is filled with the anguish of thoughtful people and also idiots, none of whom can see a clear way ahead in the current presidential race. America, as you will gather from their posts, is doomed no matter what the choice...
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...
