
It starts innocently enough. You are sitting on your porch, sipping your morning coffee, when a glossy, jet-black crow lands on the railing. It tilts its head, fixes you with a bead-like eye, and lets out a solitary, booming “CAW!” – the crow sound “caw,” not the Church of All Worlds “CAW”.
A normal person might think, Oh, a crow.
But you are a Pagan. You don’t do “normal.” Everything is magical and everything means something and mostly, it does.
Continue reading When the Universe is Just Being Loud: The Fine Art of Pagan Over-Thinking











