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Time for Dancing

I’ve been going through it. Whatever “it” is has been clinging to me heavily for a while now. I mean, the whole kit and kaboodle from questioning my faith/chosen path, to questioning myself and morals and whether or not I should keep on keeping on, to wondering why I even bother anymore. Why try? Why …

Spiritual Awakenings or something like it

This was prompted by a Facebook post I saw today and I thought it was an interesting topic. In the pagan sphere of the world, we talk about spiritual awakenings and how wonderful and amazing and vital they are to your path. But we never talk about what a spiritual awakening is and the trauma …

Sowing Seeds and Growing with Freyr

This is in response to a reader’s request. I was asked about my relationship with Freyr and what it was like for me to work with Him.                I will offer a bit of back story, first. Towards the beginning of my path, I was snagged up by Odin rather quickly, like many of us …

New year, new you (Blows raspberry)

We have reached the time of year where the resolutions are running around rampant and garnering our attentions as we step into the New Year. Phrases like “New year, new you” and “make this a better year then the last” fill our social medias while people proclaim they are going to lose that weight this …

How to know when you’re healing

The long awaited post about healing. This is a gentle PSA reminding you that if you are truly struggling through trauma, I want you to seek professional advice. No amount of spiritual practice, “love and light”, religion etc can help you in the way that a person trained to navigate these emotions and traumas. Be …

Chapter Two: Be Careful what you say around the dead

The six riders stood outside of the saloon, shifting slightly from foot to foot, gazing out into the town without a name. Dozens of eyes watched them from windows and outside of shops, but neither being aggressive to the other. Davis stroked his thick mustache, pulled out a whittling stick and his knife, a slunk …

Chapter 1 Part two The town with no name

Anger boiled up within the Commissioner at the seemingly cocky demeanor of the hardened woman in front of him. His face flushed and his breathing kicked up, but he closed his eyes and adopted a diplomatic stance before speaking. “The only thing we will be having is an agreement or an arrest. Which will it …