Beltane comes, and I feel a stirring in my body.

Beltane comes, and I feel a fire in my gut.

Beltane comes, and I want to turn up the music, put on something colorful (or take it all off) and roll around on a patch of green.

Beltane is, for...

There is a reason that on Imbolc, the February High Day, we place such an emphasis on light and fire. When we say I keep vigil to the fire in my heart, we are acknowledging the real and present challenges of winter, as well as the feelings of...

I come to this place between winter and spring with a certain, acute exhaustion. To endure this cold, to tend the hearth of my creative work, my professional life, and my religious endeavors, seems hardest at this time of year.

I look out the window of my writing room, which...

I am having a hard time preparing for Yule.

It isn't for lack of trying. It isn't because I haven't been engaged in my religious life. In fact, the opposite it true.

For the better part of the past few months, I've been building the Solitary Druid...

It is Samhain, the end of summer, the third and final Pagan harvest festival, and the beginning of a period known to many as "The Waiting Time."

Now is a time to lay down your tools, the symbols of your productivity, and light a fire to honor not only what...

First published at author's Patheos.com blog, Bishop In The Grove.

It snowed last night. First of the season. There wasn't quite enough to break the branches like last year, but it was enough to remind us that the season of fall, as much as I'd prefer it last...

Today we celebrate the Autumn Equinox.

Now is the time to shore up your practice of harvesting the light.

Now is the time to stand before your home shrine, the altars which you have made, and practice rekindling the sun inside your heart.

For in the coming months, the...

Even as a religious person who, himself, makes offerings on occasion to deities associated with the sea, I favor a scientific explanation for weather phenomenon. Most Pagans are thoroughly modern in this way. As well, I find this desire to pin responsibility for Hurricane Isaac onto a god, most popularly the...

It was the sound of the masa moving back and forth across my grandma's hands that woke me in the mornings. She slapped the dough in rhythm before turning the flattened ball onto the dusted counter-top, and then she rolled out another tortilla and placed it on the hot puela.

There was no...

I won't say I was in love with Jesus, but I will admit that I miss him sometimes.

Jesus was the dropped pin on my Google Map; the marker which showed me where I was in relation to everything else. Jesus was central to my religiosity in the way...

I had a dream last night that I was trying to explain my Paganism to my father. He was patient, and open, and he behaved in the ideal ways that only a dream-father behaves. As I explained to him what Druid meant in a modern context, our relationship exploded into...