Closing Time


I feel that I’ve grown past this blog at this point.  The name was a tongue-in-cheek reference to being a working-class stay-at-home parent and homemaker heavily involved in a church-like Pagan organization (ADF).  I am not that person any more; I left my ex and am no longer as active in ADF.  So much has changed in my life that I look back over some of the entries and can hardly believe that I lived them or shared those experiences publicly.  I don’t want to publish under a last name I no longer feel comfortable claiming, on a blog that was created when I was a different person in a different life.

I plan on weeding through old posts and hiding or password locking a fair number of them, but for the devotional pieces and other bits that I’ve been proud of.  The more contentious writings (other than my brief series on my conflicts with Heathen identity, because people have told me that they were helpful for them) will be taken down.  I am going to continue writing on another platform, and may make another personal WordPress blog for more of my devotional pieces.

Pagan Church Lady has been a fun ride for me.  I learned the terror of being shared on Reddit and the joys of having supportive voices come out of the woodwork when feeling the struggle of religious identity (which is even less well-defined than it was previously).  I’ve made good friends through it and I’m glad of it as a vehicle of expression and interaction.  I’m not going away, but this has been a season where I’ve been putting down things that I am done with, and this is one of them.  My voice will find other places to echo.  I have my Patheos blog still (now a bit upgraded to a full blog rather than guest posting on the Agora) After all, I’m a talker, and after being silent all of these years I love and value the newfound freedom with which I speak.

Blessings to you who read, blessings to you who have read, blessings to you who have grown, blessings to you who have shared.  Thank you for making my life richer, whether I am aware of you or not.  May your Gods bless you with abundance in health, wealth, wisdom, and love, and protect you from danger and from harm.  May you find what you need, and what you want, and may the two be the same more than you expect.  May the Lady touch your lives and ignite in them passion, integrity, and hope.  Blessings, and all the best.

A CALL: Channel Anger, Banish Fear and Hate

Signal boost for this important working.

EmberVoices: Listening for the Vanir

I have received an urgent message this afternoon, confirmed through another reader. It was from The Morrigan and Brighid for all who are able and willing, anywhere in the world. While the whole message has not yet been made clear, this much has (paraphrased, from memory):

“There are dangerous amounts of anger and hate running through the people across the lands. Channel them down and let them burn away. You do not have to channel the whole world, or all of it, just for your area, for what you are able. Spread the word as you can. Any hands that are available for this are needed now.”

There is no set time or day to do this. Whenever you are ready and able is fine. If you have some other method, that is fine too. This is my proposed method:

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Freyja, Lady of the Flame

Fire-hearted, golden-haired, sea-eyed, jewel-lipped,

You light the fires of passion.

Wand-wise, witch woman, flame caller, curse breaker,

You light the fires of wisdom.

High Priestess, Goddess, Queen of Herself,

You light the fires of power.

Amber-teared, never ceasing, ever seeking,

You light the fires of hope.

You are the power that boils from beneath.

You are the flame that climbs the torch.

You are the heat that renders us senseless with desire.

Yours is the light, yours is the heat, yours is the sere sky, yours is the flaming torc,

And yours is the flame.

Hail Freyja, Lady of the Flame.

flame goddess

For Loki

I sing this song for Him.  I don’t know how to write music, so ’till I do you’ll have to imagine the tune or come up with your own if you want to use it.

Giant-god born of leafy tree,

the flaming one now dances free.

Both near and far they speak his names.

Across the worlds they know his games.

Loki, Bringer of Change.

Loki, wild and strange.

A sly grin shifts on stitch-scarred lips.

Into the air the Lofty lifts.

With handsome face, with shining eyes,

The Closer comes, tells truth with lies.

Loki, Bringer of Change.

Loki, cunning and strange.

Good gifts he brings to all his kin.

He walks the worlds with shifting skin.

The outcast ones, we call him friend.

He carried life, begat it end.

Loki, Bringer of Change.

Loki, lovely and strange.

Loki, Bringer of Change.

Loki, wondrous and strange.


Please, help my family!

Good folks need help. Please lend a hand if you can

EmberVoices: Listening for the Vanir

I’m trying not to panic, because panic never helps. I, personally, am cared for in my primary household. This is my secondary household, my family-of-heart, my lover Lon Sarver, his partner, and their son. And I can’t fix this for them. Please, please, if you love me, help them!

If you can’t give money, I totally understand. Mojo, prayers, energy, etc. towards successfully and QUICKLY resolving the situation that is causing the problem is also helpful!

As usual, when I know such a need exists, and especially now, until this is resolved, most or all of the funds I receive from readings, services, and jewelry sales will go to help my loved ones survive! (The only exceptions will be established debts that can’t be put on hold.)


P.S. If you don’t love me, help them anyway, because they’re good people and fellow Pagans who normally manage amazingly…

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If we’re doing it wrong…

The Gods will let us know.  Whether by voice or withdrawing their favor or lashing out and pushing us away.  If the Gods have agency, they will make these things clear to us.  If they need humans to enforce the proper way to think, worship, and relate to them and to shake their fingers and scold them when they’re doing it wrong then they don’t have much in the way of agency, now do they?

I am reminded of Christianity in America, where the Devil lurks around every corner, subverts every mind, manipulates every politician, controls every industry… and God, the omnipotent, omniscient, and omnipresent needs representatives to defend him.  When I hear that, it makes their God sound very weak, and their Devil sound very powerful.

You may tell me what you think of my devotion and theology and I may listen, but at the end of the day what you think of it matters not at all compared to how the Gods react to it.  Thus if you have experience I may consider your words (and I do, even the ones I find distasteful) but if the Lady and the other Powers seem to be pleased I’ll move yon wagging finger away from my face and encourage you to stick it wheresoever you like – in your own business, not mine.

TLDR: My Gods matter more to me than any human agency, because at the end of the day my relationship is with them, and not you (unless it is, and then we can talk more.  Still, put that finger away first).