My good friend Shirley graced me with a commission for a Hekate idol, an altar statue created to her specifications and wishes I’m proud to say my work is done and I’m extremely happy with the result. I’m always trying to push myself a little further, trying to iron out the flaws of the last idol so that I may further perfect my art- which is devotional idol making.
Category Archives: Ivy On The Path
Family and Religion: May These Worlds Never Meet
Disclaimer: This post is about my own personal experience with people of other religions and my own point of view on why I am not part of those religions. This entry is not an attack on your particular religion,(…)
Illumination in Utter Darkness
As life churns through some rather intense and tumultuous moments, I find myself hermiting like never before, hunkering down as the winter weather quickly takes Seattle and the great social freeze sets in. I’ve been spending most of my free time making incense in the quiet darkness of my candlelit kitchen. So far I’ve got …
Night-wandering, Saffron-Cloaked, Nurse of the Young
On this Samhuinn, I kept to traditions I established for myself over the years. I rededicated to my Great Queen and then drank as much mead as I could and spent the night divining by stone and bone and star and pool. I visited with my neighbors, shared a smoke and drink and wished them well, hope they felt all the good spirits that walk the land and converge in our …
Rootcutters
Vaskania gathered the downy fluff of withered old thistle growing in a birch grove for her cursing dolls- she stuffs them with thistle and bramble and thorn, she gives them hearts of black wisteria seeds, she sews them shut with poison-dipped thread and buries them under foundation and rock…
Equinox
Just some pics from me and Andrew’s small Equinox meet-up, we laughed, we drank, we hung out with awesome neighbors, we sang songs and made magic with mead in our bellies.
Thinking About Death
I don’t believe those witches called to the service of the necromantic gods of night, the owl-eyed mistresses of winter, the bone-faced kings of the sickle blade, are worshiping death, I believe we are venerating a truth, that death and what lies beyond it is as fundamental to our spiritualities as life and all it’s trials. (…)
In dust or bone, the key-bearer comes
Rue, lizard skin, myrrh, frankincense, storax, bay- all of it burns in a cauldron, the smoke anoints the altar and breathes life into the sleeping spirits there. Everything gets a…
Still Here, by the Sea
Man, life is moving way too fast, but I’m finally getting back to my crafts and arts- I’m sick to death of trying to get out of the house lol, all I wanna do is nest and turn my little place into my own personal palace…(…)
Evolution & Thought
It’s always wise to evolve willingly. Life will change your course out from under you in a swift second, but when you make active growth decisions, that little bit of power in a powerless existence is very satisfying. Everyone around you, and (…)