The joy of gerbils

Anyone who follows me on Instagram will no doubt have seen many, many photos of my beloved gerbils, Basil and Sage (#HerbGerbs!). These small creatures are a big part of my life, as were Thor and Loki before them (the OGs -Original Gerbils). Why gerbils? More through chance than design in the first instance. My... Continue Reading →

The importance of joy

Joy is never meaningless. Yes, the world is messed up right now, you don't need me to tell you that. Look at the news for five minutes and you will see a litany of horrors, each worse than the last. In such a world, at such a time, how dare we seek joy in frivolous... Continue Reading →

Solitary and community

I'm an introvert. Every psychological test, both formal with a therapist and self-reported online, has confirmed this, giving me extremely high (above 90%) scores for introversion. As such, my Druidry has always been a mostly solitary pursuit, sometimes accompanied by my partner who is on a similar Pagan path, but more often than not just... Continue Reading →

Messing about in boats

"There's nothing, absolutely nothing, half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats" - Ratty, The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame. There's a reason for my silence of late, and it's a good one. I took a self-imposed social media retreat: no blogging, no Tweeting, even no sharing photos of my... Continue Reading →

Self work is not selfish

"Self-fulfillment and personal understanding allow us to support ourselves and therefore others" - The First Pillar of the Global Order of Satan. In the absence of a belief in the literal existence of anthropomorphic deities, my own Pagan path focuses largely on two things: Nature and the Self. While I want to do more, and... Continue Reading →

There is no perfect moment

"Don't you forget about dying, don't you forget about your friend Death, don't you forget that you will die." - Ghost, Pro Memoria. Today is Ash Wednesday in the Catholic tradition. While I have long since left that religion behind, I acknowledge its influence, for good and ill, on my perception. Ash Wednesday is one... Continue Reading →

Lambskin Parchment: A poem

Get thee behind me Emmanuel. The gates of perdition are edged with pearl and gilt. Beneath the altar, relics of my innocence; Spilt wine, consecrated dripping from stigmatic hands. Ex cathedra I exhume the execration. Censor your thurible, no incense shrouds The reeking entrails worn around your neck. The holy lie, forbidden fruit tastes sweet;... Continue Reading →

Still living

Eagle-eyed readers may have noticed a lack of Friday and Sunday blog posts here on Wrycrow. This is due to an unexpected medical emergency, where I ended up being taken into hospital via ambulance for a whole battery of blood tests, ECGs, X-rays and suchlike. All for free, of course, thanks to the wonderful NHS... Continue Reading →

Gender is an ocean

Gender. What does that word mean to you? Is it just about biology, reproductive function? Is it your idea of yourself, how you perceive your being? Is it a social construct, handed down to us at birth from an authority on high? If so can we hand it back? Gender to me is a process,... Continue Reading →

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