luv this! Nicole Evelina – USA Today Bestselling Author What would a Celtic feast be without a bit of drink? (Okay, a lot of drink – the Celts knew how to have fun!) Even though distillation and the spirits it produced didn’t come along in Ireland and Scotland until the 1400s (at least as far… Read More

Originally posted on Isiopolis:
I missed last week’s post because the company I work for has a big once-a-year warehouse sale and everyone in the whole company works the sale. I was either bagging purchases or sleeping all weekend long—so my poor brain just wasn’t up to post writing. But I’m back now…and am thinking…

Originally posted on Polysemic Stupor:
I have to agree that one major thing I have never been able either to tell when talking with others, nor explicate when trying to share – about writing, the activity – is the pleasure.  For me, if I can move my experience of the world into language and there…

Originally posted on Black Witch:
I always abhorred how the BW shop would be ever so bare! Now it isn’t! Check out the various things I’ve made! Like any? Click the pic and get taken straight to the store! Stone bracelets I’m making stone bracelets in various styles (starting with wrapped bead bracelets because I…

Originally posted on Blau Stern Schwarz Schlonge:
We all die, eventually. I have a fascination with death and cemeteries, which is called Taphrophilia. To quote Wikipedia – “Tombstone tourist (otherwise known as a “taphophile”, “cemetery enthusiast” or “grave hunter” or “graver”) describes an individual who has a passion for and enjoyment of cemeteries.[1] This involves…

Originally posted on Lucus Antiquus:
Alright, so.  I’ve kind of given up on the Pagan Blog Project for the rest of the year.  It’s nearing the end of the alphabet (today’s was a Y post), and I can not think of anything to write for the final few.  I’m also so far behind (I’ve still got tons…

Originally posted on Lucus Antiquus:
Several months ago I went to an art museum.  It was for a project – I had to write a lengthy art history essay on one of the pieces of art there.  I hated every excruciating second of that essay, too: I’m very sure that I never want to take…

Originally posted on hecatedemeter:
The Stags ~ Kathleen Jamie This is the multitude, the beasts you wanted to show me, drawing me upstream, all morning up through wind- scoured heather to the hillcrest. Below us, in the next glen, is the grave calm brotherhood, descended out of winter, out of hunger, kneeling like the signatories…