The eighth edition of the Pagan Music List.

The garden in spring, with the bright colours of the daffodil, crocus, snowdrop and violet bring to mind folklore, stories and myth sand I’m reminded once more how important these are to us.

The seventh edition of the Pagan Music List.

The anti-maskers pitching fits at grocery stores are experiencing, first hand, the tragedy of the private.

Capital thinks not with the mind of Nature, but the mind of the Machine.

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Three poems celebrating the hazel catkin as a harbinger of spring.

“If we switch our mental focus and ground our conception of anarchism in the here and now, then what would our anarchism look like?”

A course from Académie Hérètique and Anthony Rella

Sometimes it is the beauty of a tree, it’s branches bare with the sky as a backdrop that catches me unaware. Familiar as these trees might be on my journey from work, still their beauty enchants me. The sky might be the pale blue of early evening, or grey and low, pregnant with the prospect of snow, sometimes a dazzling golden pink with clouds that would put any Michelangelo to shame.

By putting these two words together, I proposed to dismantle historical fiction that made gossip a misogynistic pejorative term with the intention of dismantling links between people who flee from patriarchal structures.

“Forests need to be respected as crucial for the vibrant web of life they nurture. Each tree is an individual life connected to other lives.”

[An introduction to anti-capitalist paganism]

Vestiges will linger while we pace and wait.

Generations died before the serfs were made to kiss the wheel,

Strap their twisted backs upon the clock and hammer glowing steel.

Slowly we'll relearn the right to sleep in late,

“We mistakenly attribute the concept of vandalism to what is ‘marginal,’ and rarely to what is ‘central,’ when the term should apply to infringements against the integrity of public property in general. […] Vandalism is, therefore, the attempt to destroy property even in its abstract form — the body and identity.”

“One day sleep will be a haven, not a heartbreak.”

Three books by Lorna Smithers now in print again!

Mugwort grows here in the summer months, ragwort and wild rose too, the bare skeletons of the latter reach up from the winter grass, the hips bright red like oxgenated blood. The scent of fox urine fills my nose as I enter into the dog foxes territory. It feels like I’ve come home.

The music and spirit of Rúnahild

The sixth edition of the Pagan Music List.

The last entity to have this much control over human meaning was the Catholic Church