#pnw pagans

[fiantacleasai]

So, are folk witch covens a thing? Really I just mean, offline small social circles of folk witches. I know they have to be, but I can’t even find any covens in my city - much less a folk magic centered one. Nor any pagan communities outside of CUUPs. I must be looking in the wrong places.

[sarahjanelambert]

When the world makes me sad I like to cast this spell

Watercolor + gouache on paper

[actualalienfauna]

Mohs Scale shirt and an improving emotional state.

[boymanmaletheshequel]

Poseidons doorsteps. Botanical beach, BC 🌊

[bone-riot]

𖦹✦misty morning✦𖦹

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[swampgoddesspercy]

Lady of the wetlands 🐸🐊🍄✨

[tommy-vulgar]

Having thoughts of Njörðr today after enjoying the king tides. Hail to the old gods!

[blackmetalnature]

It's officially Fall.

Time to cry in the woods and shit.

[benzehime]

Mushring

[percythepagan]

spring in our forest means keeping an eye out for rogue trillium blooms

[dsatyr]

[sarahjanelambert]

new moon blessings to ya all 🌚

[actualalienfauna]

My hair does not look as green as it actually is here, but I felt really confident yesterday.

[boymanmaletheshequel]

As a witch of the Pacific Northwest, the beautiful realm of fog and rain, of humid summers and snowy winters, you’ll notice my gods have much to do with the home I’ve grown up in, and the way it’s grown inside of me, like moss in the crook of a Douglass fir… allow me to sing you a song, a love letter perhaps, to the most beautiful place on earth, and the deities who give it worth.

Poseidon

The Salish sea, it’s emerald green waters, breaching whales, and curling, reaching Madrones, beaches of sand and stone, littered with driftwood, beach roses, and colorful chips of beach glass… the waters are frigid, some of the harshest in the world, the “graveyard of the pacific” they call it. From the mouth of the carving Columbia, to the fjords and channels of the puget sound. These waters are full of a garden of life revealed when the moon is closest to the earth, purple stars, lemon slugs, and cherry red crabs scurry just beneath the veil of the salt water, an entire world within another.

Artemis

The enchanting coniferous forests, smelling of warm pine needles on a summers day, a shield from the gusts and drizzle on a rainy one, home to tantalizing tart huckleberries, stalks of thorned devils club, and mushrooms nestled amongst carpets of moss just begging for a gnome to set up a little home in a deadfall log just beggining to sprout a new baby fir. Perhaps a stream runs through, the aptly named salmonberries lining it a subtle hint to the fish that lay their eggs and embark on one final journey to create life anew once each year. These trees, towering and titanic, are ancient, but than, so am I.

Pan

The alpine, the mountains. The Heather, purple like a fire of floral majesty highlight the blinding light caps of snow of the cascades. Icy potholes filled with the clearest water you’ll ever see reflect the mountains like a mirror, like a portal to a realm not too far different from our own. Beautiful blueberries, succulent and sweet, bring a treat for the bears who roar in the spring, and in the winter, cover, for a vole who just barely squeaks. The crags are a mount for a brave mountain goat, and a perch for a view of a sunset to boast. The sounds of the meadows are soft as the snow, but still, Can’t you hear them? Can’t you hear the mountains sing?

So you see, my gods aren’t just me, they are the world I live in, and the air that I breathe. The world is as diverse as the cultures with which we fill it. How do your gods represent your home, how do they make the world you live in sing?

[bone-riot]

𖤐 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒 𖤐

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[famewolf]

took a walk in our woods before the solstice snow