Back in September, I wrote about a slew of coincidences and a re-awakening of sorts. Since then, I’ve been moving slowly, tentatively, like someone returning to a language she once spoke fluently. What started as research into Pagan death rituals has deepened into a personal practice that is shaping how I understand life, death, healing, and my own aging.
I didn’t expect to be transformed by it. I certainly didn’t expect to be comforted by it. But magic has a way of working on you, whether you’re a believer or agnostic or something else entirely.
Pagan and Wiccan Traditions
I have long understood what many modern spiritual paths forget: death is not an interruption but a passage. It’s not a failure. I see it as a continuation of relationship. Pagan and Wiccan rituals around honoring ancestors, preparing our bodies as objects of love, sitting vigil, and blessing candles that light the way… these offer a vocabulary that …
