anqati ən alta misayka nisayka hayash-kakshət. khilay-təmtəm nayka. alta ən aɬqi tətsi nisayka munk-khəpit. tətsi nisayka munk-ɬush-ɬush. misayka nayka tiki-munk-yeʔlan. qhata misayka nisayka munk-yeʔlan? qhata mayka nayka munk-yeʔlan?

(I suspect I have botched the Chinuk Wawa grammar, and I know I can’t pronounce a word of it yet, and for both faults I apologize to the speakers of Chinuk Wawa (though practicing my pronunciation is On The Agenda). Translating back to English for the benefit of the rest of y’all, it comes out approximately as “we have been and are destroying y’all. my heart cries. we must stop now and for the future. we must clean up. I want to help y’all. how do we help y’all? how do I help you?”

It’s not exactly concrete action towards repairing the damage we white USAians have done and continue to do to Native peoples, but it’s a start.

Another start: reading Awakening the Horse People. There’s probably donate buttons on a lot of Native organizations’ websites, too—not seeing one on The Confederated Tribes of Grand Ronde dot org, but there’s definitely one on cherokee.org.

Here’s the Chinuk Wawa Android app and the Chinuk Wawa dictionary.)


Miasma and Chronic Illness


(I contest the bit about menstruation but I’m not sure how loudly I contest it)

Lyssa's Den

In my Hellenic Polytheism, dealing with miasma is an integral part of my practice. Miasma is what I like to call the spiritual dirt that we humans collect from the everyday world and the mortal practices we do. Are you ill? Are you menstruating? Have you been around a birth? Have you been around death? Have you done mundane work? If the answer to any of these is yes, you have miasma clinging to you.

Miasma in and of itself is not a bad thing. Many people unfamiliar with the Hellenic Polytheist worldview would lump it in with the Christian concept of sin but you do not need to be absolved of miasma, nor do you need to confess to someone that you have committed an act that brought miasma down upon you. The only thing that miasma does is muffle the connection to the Theoi.

In my practice, I…

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CN: today’s concentration camps


The row of buses drive up to
what was a Walmart once.
Leaning out the first bus door,
Hermes, Latino today,
tips His hat and grins.

The row of buses drive up to
the fenced-in rows and rows of tents
beneath the desert sun.
Leaning out the first bus door,
Hermes tips His hat and grins.

Not a man among the guards
has time to aim his gun.
They fall, each and every one,
to arrows falling from the sun
and quarter moon above.

Continue reading “Deliverance”

Happy New Year! (Gregorian, 2018 Common Era)

I began my calendar year 2018 in the shower, washing 2017’s dust from my feet. And then I went to sleep.

…yes, I’m now typing this at one pm, shush.

Over the Moon’s First Foot tarot spread can be used in a divinatory manner (shuffle cards face-down and draw) or a spellcasting manner (choose cards face-up). I chose the latter.

I set my intention for the year: TEMPERANCE. Discipline, and creativity, and rainbow hues, and I hope my Gods’ blessing.

I release: DEVIL. Fuck fascism! Fuck the kyriarchy!

I welcome: the prosperity of EMPRESS, abundant and graceful. The home of STAR, healing and hopeful. The spirituality of STRENGTH, independent and transformational. The good cheer of SUN, bright and warm.

I seek a partnership founded in: JUDGMENT, loving and giving and rainbowy.

May it be. May it be. May it be.

Tarot a Day: 0 Fool; 6 & Daughter of Discs

I’m starting the A Card a Day and Alternative Tarot courses over at Little Red Tarot. And I’m journaling accordingly.

The first card du jour, of course, is the Fool. My first daily draw—well, the 6 of Discs fell right out of my Motherpeace Tarot deck in shuffling, turned left, and the Daughter of Discs reversed I drew.
Continue reading “Tarot a Day: 0 Fool; 6 & Daughter of Discs”

from Morag’s Spindle on Pagan Bloggers

Disability, Witchcraft, and Siren Songs

So much in witchcraft books is bootstraps. Your desire is your power. You can achieve these goals, but only if you work hard and pull yourself up by your bootstraps. There are no excuses. The only thing standing in your way is you. If you cannot achieve these things, you must not really want them.

They then proceed to lay out ways in which to practice the craft that are attainable by able-bodied, neurotypical people. If they’re attainable by the rest of us, well, that’s a lucky break.

Disabled people know from hard work, okay. What’s easy for you lot…isn’t easy for us.

If witchcraft is supposed to be for the powerless, how come so much of its instructions are written for the able-bodied or neurotypical? Even from writers who seem to be hip to what it means to be marginalized — disability is, once again, on the outskirts of social justice.

Read Morag’s whole essay, and think about it good and hard.