I have a new occasional poetry project, for those that enjoy such things, named Kypria. It has a metaphysical slant, and is no mere vanity. Major new article on the way here too, sometime this weekend I hope.
Every day begins with ritual. And yet, in these confused times our rituals have lost their wonder, their heart. Hygeia, Ceres, Vesta, we can honour the Goddesses in the simple rituals of awakening, washing, breaking fast and then, before we begin attending to our livelihood, we attend to the hearth, especially upon these cold winter... Continue Reading →