Nodens, Nudd, Nuadha,

Raise the silver hand!

Wake the healer, gird the hunter

By the sea strand.

Animism is not about the projection of consciousness or agency onto non-human things, but about respect and reciprocity within a more-than-human community that transcends the subject-object dichotomy.

Samhain approaches. We enter the dark. Some hate the passing of the summer but I am ready, though summer already feels like a distant memory. A Ghost. We find ourselves in the twilight of the year, in autumn and already dusk has fallen. We stand on the brink of nightfall and as we head towards Samhain we find ourselves in that liminal time and space where the ghosts feel closer, the nights colder and darker, our moods a little more melancholic.

The sites where the heads of ancestors were buried were no doubt seen as especially sacred. As places where the living and the dead, Thisworld and Otherworld, the people and the gods met. Each would have its stories passed down from generation to generation and rituals surrounding it. It is likely that, at liminal times, such as Nos Galan Gaeaf/Samhain, the seers of the Setantii tribe would commune with their dead and their heads would speak again.

“I’ve lived this life between. Not one, but two. My feet have walked in dream and stepped in blood. I’ve flown so far I know the music of a distant star, and I have slept in mud.”

A new book from Anthony Rella

There are still apples on the trees, rosey in their ripeness or perhaps windfallen and bruised and I’ve just plucked the last of the ripe tomatoes from the vines. Some have split and others are not quite as firm as you’d like for a sandwich but these are great for cooking with.

Our popular course offered one last time this year!

This is what it feels like when Empire falls.

Sip, and plot your destiny.

Northern rains come slow and stay for ages. A particular type of torture. It doesn’t wash over you, it shoots arrows at you from all directions. You don’t feel its wetness on your skin, you feel its bite on your bones.

When we see ourselves as part of the landscape, only then, I believe we’ll put in the real work to stop the destruction of it.

But how likely is that do you reckon?

To short circuit all of this, we need to insist on our own—and especially the other’s--humanity.

It's pretty obvious now that Climate Change is just secular paganism.

A new book from Emma Kathryn

If you don't vote for Prop 22, you'll still have to live with the fallout from AB5. If you do vote for Prop 22 you're a fool that wants something worse than a boss. A boss you owe money to.

A new novella from Rhyd Wildermuth

Sometimes the only thing we might have to give is comfort, and that’s okay. Comfort can be precious.

An autonomous zone in Minneapolis is probably the last place I expected to hear of an encounter with Icelandic elves, but that’s the world we live in now. The Uprising has brought people together from wildly different walks of life, and as we get to know each other we hear each other’s stories. This one just happened to involve the elves.

MAAM is destined to be remembered as one of the towering and major literary figures of the 20th century, and indeed since the very inception of Spanish letters.