Patrick leans up against his chair and takes another drag. A long white exhale. The smoke twirls in the glitter of LA below. White and red rivers curve through the sprawl. A few crickets hum in the mountain bush. A starless sky above. “Have you figured out what you’re
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your harp breaths into life it’s singing fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. ‘Tis cause your
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your harp breaths into life it’s singing fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. ‘Tis cause your
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your harp breaths into life it’s singing fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. ‘Tis cause your
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your harp breaths into life it’s singing fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. ‘Tis cause your
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your harp breaths into life it’s singing fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. ‘Tis cause your
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your harp breaths into life it’s singing fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. ‘Tis cause your
Hymn to Dagda, the Big Bellied One All hail to Dagda, wisdom's endless well, in whom life and death together dwell. Your cauldron holds the universe entire, Your oak harp sings water, earth, wind, and fire. Oh Dagda, guide us as we seek the Way. In Your vision,
Humpback whales are bards and mystics of the depths. Their songs call us back to our primordial home where there is no beginning or end, no self or other, no gain or loss, no life or death. Their serenity and strength bear witness to the fruits of that return. Returning
There’s an enduring and false myth in paganism that finding one’s deity is like falling in love in a fairy tale: once they’ve rescued the princess from the dragon’s lair, they ride off into the sunset to a happily ever after. No. Just as that’s
