Happy Spring Equinox to all. It was a lovely Burgeoning Day on our end, which we spent amongst the buds and blossoms, being serenaded by the drumming of Grouse wings.
As we prepared an Ancestral Feast—which we hold on the Spirit Nights preceeding each of the Cardinal Sabbaths we observe—a small Moth flew to us and landed on our Votive Urn, where it stayed for most of the ritual. This felt quite propitious, since the moth represents an especially potent animal emissary of the Dead in our tradition.









