I received the following poem two days ago from a man I’ve never met who reads my blog, and got permission to pass it along. It feels...

. Pantheacon is an incredibly large gathering. Each year, I feel in awe of programming and how they manage to fit all the puzzle pieces...

This morning, as I checked comments on yesterday’s blog post, one thoughtful commentator inquired as to how one could say that another...

Yesterday afternoon, in a packed ballroom, I spoke of our ancestor Dr. Martin Luther King’s concept of “the Beloved Community” and how,...

Streetfood by Clarita In my last entry, I stated that service was another theme for me during this year’s Pantheacon. At an event such as...

Morrigan by Jade Moon Kings arise to the battle! Queens arise to the battle! 
We rise up! With the power of the spear. 
 Rise up! With...

Though I am usually happy to leave social analysis and reportage of Paganism to the Wild Hunt, while writing up Saturday night’s club...

I could write much about last weekend’s Pantheacon gathering, but want to focus on one random event: An acquaintance greeted me as I was...