A Wandering Lighthouse

Amadán Dubh a wild deranged creature hurls a wind at dusk with pine trees in the background.

Beware the Fool of June

Most of what you'll read about midsummer is sunlight and flower crowns. This is the older story. Meet the Amadán Dubh, the Black Fool, and the month that belongs to...

Beware the Fool of June

Most of what you'll read about midsummer is sunlight and flower crowns. This is the older story. Meet the Amadán Dubh, the Black Fool, and the month that belongs to...

What Ails Thee: The Fisher King, Beltaine, and the Question We Are Afraid to Ask

What Ails Thee: The Fisher King, Beltaine, and ...

We say we don't practice human sacrifice anymore. But we do. We just do it badly, and for the wrong reasons.

What Ails Thee: The Fisher King, Beltaine, and ...

We say we don't practice human sacrifice anymore. But we do. We just do it badly, and for the wrong reasons.

What If Nothing is Actually Bad Luck?

What If Nothing is Actually Bad Luck?

A folk tale, a Sufi poet, a Stoic philosopher, and Nietzsche walk into your doomscrolling habit. What they have to say might actually help.

What If Nothing is Actually Bad Luck?

A folk tale, a Sufi poet, a Stoic philosopher, and Nietzsche walk into your doomscrolling habit. What they have to say might actually help.

Light Takes Work

Light Takes Work

Light takes work. Even for stars. On spiritual bypass, shadow work, and why this terrifying cultural moment is not the darkness winning, it's the darkness peaking.

Light Takes Work

Light takes work. Even for stars. On spiritual bypass, shadow work, and why this terrifying cultural moment is not the darkness winning, it's the darkness peaking.

The Veiled One:  Why Our Flourishing Needs the Winter Hag

The Veiled One: Why Our Flourishing Needs the ...

Who is the Cailleach? The Cailleach, ancient and veiled, has haunted me at times and cradled me at others. Her frost-bitten touch has brought me to my knees time and...

The Veiled One: Why Our Flourishing Needs the ...

Who is the Cailleach? The Cailleach, ancient and veiled, has haunted me at times and cradled me at others. Her frost-bitten touch has brought me to my knees time and...

Imbolc: The Season of What Ought to Be

Imbolc: The Season of What Ought to Be

Before spring comes, something has to break. Russian poet Osip Mandelstam (1891–1938) lived through the tumult of the Stalinist period, a time in Russia that rhymes uncomfortably with the political...

Imbolc: The Season of What Ought to Be

Before spring comes, something has to break. Russian poet Osip Mandelstam (1891–1938) lived through the tumult of the Stalinist period, a time in Russia that rhymes uncomfortably with the political...

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