Eliza Daley ~ Wordcraft & Musing on Home & Hope
Hogs Are Up: Stories of the Land, with Digressions Wes Jackson (foreword by Robert Jensen) University Press of Kansas, 2021 I picked up a copy of Hogs Are Up believing it might be a narrative of the creation of The Land Institute, by its founder, Wes Jackson. Or perhaps it might be a portrait of… Continue reading Hogs Are Up: Review
Romulus and Remus The old river god gently laid the sleeping twin boys on the bank. She watched as he sadly backed away from the shore and melted into his domain. Just before he vanished he looked up and met her eyes, charging her with this task in that one glance. He knew her well.… Continue reading A Full Snow Moon Tale
Today is Lupercalia. This is one of the oldest festivals in EuroWestern culture and, in fact, likely predates the Euro-bits. As with most ancient things, this holy time is a dense web of themes that don’t all mesh together well, but somehow make a lovely tapestry when viewed from a certain remove. Falling within the… Continue reading A Benediction for Lupercalia
Like many people, I find the American version of Valentine’s Day and the saccharine and monochromatic view of love it promotes to be repulsive. In my younger days I assumed the whole farce was invented by the greeting card and gifting industry, along with the rise of all manner of fake holidays intended to get… Continue reading Of Hearts and Wolves
As February marks the last month in the ancient Roman calendar, the Romans spent their time setting themselves in accord with the world. The 9-day festival of Parentalia begins on 13 February and culminates in the day of Feralia, which began at sundown on the 21st. Parentalia was a sacred time to commune with the… Continue reading Parentalia
As we wade into the center of February and prepare for the rites of Lupercalia and the newly rising spring, I thought I might allow Eliza Daley to take a Friday break and speak plainly as myself. Or as plainly as I am able. I do not think she is fitting for what I would… Continue reading Love Notes
I need to change things again. Wednesday Word is just not working for me. Or maybe it’s that it’s just work for me. Maybe. I do like the format, but it’s not doing what I’d like. Furthermore, I’ve been having problems with Twitter, presumably because I use phrases like “climate justice” and “degrowth” and “reparations”… Continue reading The Times They Are a’Changin’ (again)
I am an odd witch. Most would not consider me one at all. This is just fine with me, because most witches in history have not named themselves in that manner either, and not merely because it was rather bad for one’s health to claim the title. Most simply had no use for titles. They… Continue reading Magic as Wisdom: a Winter Spell
It is that difficult period of winter-into-spring. It is assuredly not spring weather out there. As I write this, there is a four foot deep mound of snow all along the side of my path and it’s 8°F as the dusk gathers. That’s -13°C for the rest of the world. The forecasted low is -12°F,… Continue reading Simple Living Style v Simply Life
In our culture we do not believe in objective truth. We believe the words of those of high rank. Lies are told by those with power and we accept them as truth in the face of our own experience. We can’t believe in objective truth, objective right or wrong, objective benefit or destruction. We can’t… Continue reading The Land of Lies
By My Solitary Hearth 