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Mark 2:1-12

Lutheran church chancel

As the pastor began to speak the absolution,
+++I stood up and
+++interrupted the liturgy.

“Anyone who looks into their hearts
+++and acknowledges what they find there
+++also finds the power
+++to forgive
+++themselves.”

To the woman on my right
+++I said,
+++“You can still make love

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Advent

"Lights, 2014" by Mike Shell

The world groans.

She cries out under
+++++heartless regimes
+++++propped up by fearful,
+++++hungry people.

The powerless
+++++are driven into homeless exile
+++++in the very battlefields they fled.
Broken,
+++++with their children
+++++stolen from them.

Other ages were more hopeful.

But ours
+++++sees only end times
+++++and flails back

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“Dance In The Graveyards,” by Delta Rae

"Dance in the Graveyards," by Delta Rae

In much of the world, Samhain/ All Hallow’s Eve (Hallowe’en) /Día de los Muertos /Hanyijie (Chinese “Sweeping of the Graves”) is NOT about play-acting as ghouls.

It is about reconnecting with loved ones who have crossed over, yet who greet us across the veil when it is thinnest during the cusp of October-November, to eat and dance with us once more in memory.

This music video brought me

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The Virgin of Hollywood, Florida – February 21, 2007

The Virgin of Hollywood, Florida

This story was originally published on Walhydra’s Porch in February of 2007.  For those readers who don’t know her, Walhydra is my grouchy old crone storytelling persona. When faced with some petty or significant annoyance, Walhydra gives voice to my complaints.

The only rule for these stories is that she has to come to some even-older-but-wiser resolution by the end—either on her own or through the intervention of The Goddess.  For more Walhydra, see here.

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EQUINOX: Saturday, 21 March, 1981

Louis awoke in his chalet to the sound of tearing winds. The night had been deep and full of tossing dreams beneath the powerful sway of the full and cloudy moon. He lay in fuzzy, semi-sleep. His eyes burned, and he did not wish to rise.

The March wind rushed along the earth and slammed against the chalet walls. There was no shuddering, yet the sound was powerful. He could imagine that the sea below his hill would be quite

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