by Byron Ballard | Nov 22, 2016
winter solstice in the park Lately, in teaching and workshopping, I’ve taken to beginning each one with a solemn plea to those people in the group who consider themselves magic-workers of some sort. I explain a bit about these Tower Times and I...
by Byron Ballard | Oct 8, 2016
scrying fire Communities are awkward, tangled-up and glorious messes. Many of us have fantasies of the intersecting Olympic rings as the model for strong and free-standing communities that are consciously linked. Whole and mingled, too. Learning from each other,...
by Byron Ballard | Oct 4, 2016
Mercy, mercy. I have been on the road for most of this year, it seems. This morning in the wee-est of hours, I ate the remnants of a very good cobb salad, packed my duffle-bag and took the shuttle to the Pittsburgh airport. Eight hours later, I unlocked my much-loved...
by Byron Ballard | Jul 27, 2016
Idealogical purity…how is that a thing in such a richly diverse and delicious world? Perhaps we all need to try to see who that Other really is. We might even try that before “othering” them in the first place. Kindness and old-fashioned good manners...
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...
