by Byron Ballard | Mar 6, 2018
My birthday was Friday and throughout the week, I posted observations on each day. Here’s Sunday’s, which you may find interesting. The Sunday shows brought me a frisson of…something. So I have come before you, weakened by my hedonism, to say this to...
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 Byron Ballard | Oct 5, 2016
Today was a tarot day in my world. I’ve been reading cards for a long time and I have a regular gig on Tuesday afternoons at our local witch shop, Asheville Raven and Crone. Today I did a double shift and was busy for the whole time. People want answers. The...
