Worship is not reverence. Autonomy is not dignity. Epiphany is not gnosis. Distraction is not respite. Morals are not ethics. Better is not good. More is not growth. Gifts are not blessings. Pain is not suffering. Logic is not reason. Learning is not work. Symbol is not allegory. Advertisements
I go on Reddit sometimes – everybody makes mistakes, though a few subs have become my go-to’s for good interior design tips and asking mechanical questions about my Jeep, though not all in the same place lol – and due to the nature of social media and anonymous internet interaction, purposes cross, people talk over … More What Is The Real World
I’ve begun re-reading Masks of the Spirit: Image and Metaphor in Mesoamerica, one of the few texts I would consider required reading for understanding Mesoamerican spiritual thought. I haven’t read the entire thing myself – it’s an extremely dense synthesis of several fields of study, including folklore, art history, and ethnography – but the few chapters I … More Unfoldings
Fighting cancer is a battle of attrition. It’s long, and it’s ugly, and it may not look like much while you’re waiting to suck down the first bag of chemo drugs, wrapped in brown plastic like some magician’s tincture in a mysterious bottle, but six weeks from now you’ll look back and struggle to remember … More The Minutiae of Big Things
I’m a big classic rock fan, so this blog post tickled me, putting to words something I had an unspoken sense of for a long time: Several years ago I walked into a bar in Central America and heard the Eagles’ Hotel California playing on the sound system. I turned to my friends and said … More Hotel California…and Fairy
My husband has cancer. I called 911 on the morning of the 11th because he woke up suffering from excruciating chest pain, he couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t get up without feeling faint. These were symptoms he’d been feeling for a few days now, writing them off as byproducts of workplace stress, but by saturday … More Real Rotwork
When I’m not busy doing weird magic things, performing blood sacrifice, and feeding my spirits with dope smoke and tequila, I’m apparently figuring out how to extrapolate a birth chart for my car, the spirit of which I’m in an intimate relationship with. Because I’m polytheist and OS. I don’t really know hardly anything about astrology, actually. … More Astrology for… Cars.
