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Pagan on Duty: Dog Tags, DEI, and Change

Posted on June 11, 2026 by runa
The author, military journalist, Germany, 1993.

When I joined the Army in 1992, my first introduction to military life was my drill instructor’s “we all wear green” speech. He was a Black man, a Vietnam veteran—sergeant first class—and the recruits looked up to him immediately. His desire for respectful interaction was surprising to us recruits who were expecting something a bit more comparative. Right from the get-go he was teaching us how to treat one another. Anti‑racism was clear from day one, the opposite of the stereotype Full Metal Jacket portrays.

Inclusivity wasn’t limited to my DI. At the time my training unit was one of the last all‑female battalions; an all‑male battalion trained in the adjacent quad. Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell was already rumbling and would become official policy months later, but the atmosphere felt, imperfect as it was, like a move toward a more equitable military. My lead DI was quietly authoritative, steadfast, and committed to intersectional inclusion. Near the end of training he told us that without women the military would be “much less than it is.” Current administrative rules about what can go on dog tags make the military less than it should be as well.

He stood up for me later in training when another DI teased me about my name. I learned he was pagan when we got our dog tags and discovered there wasn’t an officially recognized faith code for his beliefs. Dog tags indicate a service member’s faith so that traditions—like last rites—are honored. He listed “Catholic” on his tags because the imagery felt closest to his beliefs. I chose “Other.” One squadmate who was Wiccan chose “No Religious Preference.”

On Sundays, those listed as “Other” or “No Preference” often stayed in the barracks for chores—boot polishing, uniform pressing, barracks cleanup—while others attended religious services. Sometimes I went along just to get out of the barracks. It felt unfair that, because Fort Jackson lacked services for “Others,” we were assigned work while Christians received time off.

At my first duty station, friends in Personnel Services made me a contraband pair of dog tags. I remember feeling emotional when my buddy gave them to me: in all caps under my name, social, and blood type read “PAGAN.” I wore them proudly. Leadership knew, and—like Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell—didn’t make an issue of it. During my service, internal rank‑and‑file pressure, command surveys, and soldiers’ time were used to push against outdated policies restricting faith codes and non‑traditional partnership recognition. Minority religions were present across the force in my experience: another pagan practitioner was involved in family readiness programs, heathens performed blóts, and Wiccans held initiation circles.

The author, assigned with UNPROFOR, the Balkans, June 1995

In 2001, Veterans Affairs adopted a new procedure and approved the addition of emblems of belief for other faith groups for military headstones, much by the hard work of Circle Sanctuary, a non-profit nature Spirituality Church, also known as their  Pentacle Quest. I would end my active enlistment time right about when it became official for Pagan and Earth-centered traditions to be an official religious preference on dog tags and service records (circa 2007). Between more women serving side by side with men, the inclusion of openly serving queer community members, and more faiths being recognized, it seemed like the Department of Defense was maturing and becoming a place of diversity, equity, and inclusion. Oh, right, DEI was part of our annual training, too.

Two decades after that adoption, servicemembers may again be forced to choose “Other” or “No Preference” because the inclusive coding system that guides chaplains and caregivers has been narrowed. That matters: chaplains are often the frontline support for faith practices, including in combat. The current U.S. Secretary of Defense used this policy change to roll back equity and equality, reflecting a broader push toward privileging one religion over others.

Civil‑rights and advocacy groups are challenging the policy. American Atheists filed a FOIA request, and the Military Religious Freedom Foundation is speaking out. Lawmakers, including the co‑chairs of the Congressional Freethought Caucus and a coalition of Utah legislators, have applied pressure and demanded answers.

You have a voice: contact your senators to urge them to require the Pentagon to recognize all belief systems (Paganism, Humanism, Atheism, etc.)—for example, by inserting a provision in the next National Defense Authorization Act or attaching a funding rider to defense appropriations to prevent enforcement of the restrictive system.

My rebellious dog tags spent decades as just dog tags—no rebellion needed—until now. Stored in my footlocker at Villa Westwyk, they remain a symbol of resistance and proof that change is possible and worth protecting.

The author, military journalist, Zaku, Iraq, Spring 1994

What the Witch Is Reading — May 2026

Posted on May 28, 2026 by runa
This section of my blog is dedicated to spreading the love of reading and books and the people who make them happen. I would not be the Witch I am today without books. I owe an obscene amount of gratitude to all the makers of books out there. This is my way of giving back. I hope that something I pick up and review will guide you to acquire the next tome on your To Be Read stack.

This month has been busy with spirit-work seminars, kin-keeping, garden-building, and the affects of Jupiter return energy (more on that later), so book reading time has been at a premium. Regardless, still have three titles to share with you. What have you been reading? Tell me, please in the comments!

Making It: How Love, Kindness and Community Helped Me Repair My Life

By Jay Blades

I once had a friend who told me that the one thing he appreciated about me was that I made his life look good. Yeah, it wasn’t a compliment, but I felt that sentiment while reading Making It. Gratitude. Yet, hope has seemingly always powered Mr. Blades through his life. And it gave me gratitude and hope reading this. 

I also have a whole new perspective on the person many of us may have first met through the cozy show The Repair Shop. As a couple, my partner and I love treasure hunting in thrift stores, garage sales, and curb-side garbage picking.  So I deeply appreciate Blades and by default also The Repair Shop for saving what was important to the last generation. To me, this feels dutiful and appreciative for the those who came before. 

But like the layers of dirt and slapshod paint that Blades has removed from countless pieces of furniture, there’s more to this man than what one tv show portrays. I respect him even more having read this memoir, especially given all the bullshit he’s been through – As an American, to hear that Britain is just as bad as the United States in regards to young black men is bitter. Why did I think the UK was more progressive? 

Regardless, the memoir is certainly inspiring and the call for anti-racism, expressing emotion from men, especially in interpersonal relationships, as well as de-stigmatizing mental illness and behavioral health treatment, is threaded throughout his personal story. By the last chapter, I was left with the reassurance that if you just keep trying, keep showing up, the Universe makes sure the opportunities come forward. You just have to keep trying. You can’t give up. 

Well worth the read, or a listen if you’re into audio books.

Gathering Moss: A Natural & Cultural History of Mosses

By Robin Wall Kimmerer

Up front, I need to tell you that I love listening to Professor Kimmerer while working the Land. So this book was definitely an audio listen. But, like all her books, I’ll listen, and then I’ll get the book for reference for my shelves. Each essay in Gathering Moss is peppered with wisdom inspired by the author’s indigenous worldview and of different types of mosses. They break down the science into stories and that’s some of my favorite reading. Kimmerer looks at mosses in this book not just scientifically but shows us the spirit within the moss, too. The fact that a PNW university helped publish this book is just a bonus for the collective culture of the Land where I reside as well. I’m shoving this book into my insurance companies face when they say I need to remove moss from my roof. It’s a capitalistic lie. I think I’ll take an Environmental and Forest Biology professor’s word for it and not yours. 

The Grief Cure: Looking for the End of Loss

By Cody Delistraty

Checked this one out of the library, because I’ve been doing a personal exploration of loss and grief, especially in the context of the culture of the United States. This book fit the bill, since the writer of this book explored an array of perspectives, actions, and events to deal with their grief, from trying to figure out if they had a disorder over their grief to trying to expand neural pathways with psychedelics. It’s clear this book was born of deep feelings. And reading it you will likely have lots of feelings about the author’s journey. I certainly did. 

The author was desperate to find the end of the feelings of loss they endured after their mother’s death. All of us have endured some sort of loss that produced grief, and the author’s situation is clearly relatable. They tried therapy, talked to AI, did mushroom therapy, laughter therapy (which made him have to force laugh in a very public place), visited shamans, did bibliotherapy (which I didn’t  know was a thing, but might check into it), etc. They wrote, “There is a difference, too, between closure on the one hand and memorials and rituals on the other. Memorials and rituals, I think, are healthy and helpful. It is the belief, however, that they signal the end to grief and reflection that can prove shortsighted.” As a person who has always side-eyed western funerals, this comparison between closure and grief’s end made so much sense. Portions of the book feel a bit too self-centered on the author, but moments like that kept me reading. 

Much that hampered the author’s journey with the grief over the loss of his mother, is our own society. Our own hang-ups, societies dictation, or even how loss and death presented itself in our lives. They write: “What a society chooses to grieve is ultimately its way of “posing the question of who ‘we’ are,” writes the philosopher Juidth Butler. “By asking whose lives are considered valuable, whose lives are mourned, and whose lives are considered ungrievable.” Yet Delistraty concludes quickly through half of the actions, therapies, and coping mechanisms, that: “In death and grief, there may be no singular truth at all, only what we tell ourselves.”

One of the interesting things is that the author themselves recommended text within the prose about other books on death and grief we should read. This includes: Mrs. Death Misses Death by poet Salena Godden; R.K. Narayan’s The Guide, which sound like more fodder for this Scorpio Stellium’s relationship with loss and death. Like the author of this grief exploration, it’s not how grief affects us, but what we do with it. “How easy it is to be engulfed by grief, drowned in it. To retain the positive memories is to be its master. To some extent that is the great experiment of life: to not become your loss, to alchemize it into wisdom.” 

Rain, Hail, & Poetry

Posted on May 16, 2026May 15, 2026 by runa

The ides of May brought glorious rain, and not so glorious cooling. But the gardens of Villa Westwyk, and Grandmother Willow* were thrilled to have a full day of rain with a near inch of accumulation. The rain also brought lots of inspiration and had me penning a poem during a small tea break. I feel pretty good about it — it’s been about a year since I’ve written any poetry beyond spells.

I struggled with whether or not to share it; but, it felt synchronistic to my intention of creating a magical life #OnTheCovenstead and to ultimately feed hungry community members with the food that I grow and the energy exchanges I do through my Creative Crone Shop. If nature inspires some creative work, it feels appropriate to share, especially since I’m approaching my Jupiter return. No better time to share my knowledge and perspective.

So enjoy the poem, and maybe go put your bare feet on the Earth while you read it.


Liminal Hail & Farewell

By Runa Troy

Spring messages us by drenching rain

One of the last long soaks

Before the Covenstead hardens

Into the dry language of summer.

It reveals like an opening night.

Spring, soft-voiced, reluctant, yet determined

Gathering her mystical tools to depart, whilst

Summer showcased by spotlight, adorned in sunflowers

Hail striking the roof mid-sentence

Be prepared, Spring cackles;

My pelting sets the stage, instructs the flyman

The curtain rises, the wheel turns

The plants lift themselves like a choir,

Green mouths open in hallelujah.

Delightfully fluttering ducks

Raise cheers in the nearby pond

I sit grateful, cozy indoors, 

Soft light, watching, listening, 

Understanding its language

Knowing its secrets


*I’ll write more about her in a couple of days

Brace For Impact Anniversary Sale!

Posted on May 15, 2026May 15, 2026 by runa

Healing through Magic & Community

The first time I hurt my knee I was in the Army. “Runner’s Knee” they called it. Then there was tendonitis, and later a ligament strain. There would be many situations throughout my time in the military that continued to degrade my knee. Running on long distances on asphalt or concrete while wearing boots and carrying a ruck that weighed between 40 and 60 pounds didn’t help. High training tempo with limited recovery time made things worse. Tack on standing for long periods of time with little rest during duty watches and patrols reinforced said injuries. The push-through-the-pain warrior ethos within the United States military turns minor tendon irritation or cartilage problems into chronic, crippling pain and changes a person’s mobility.

This was decades ago now and seems an entirely different lifetime ago. I certainly am not the same person I was when it happened, and my knee isn’t the same either. Now these many years later, the reckoning with repeated knee injuries has arrived. However, the journey to getting things fixed will take some time, energy, and resources. 

First of these is a lateral loading brace that as of the writing of this post, has not been fully integrated into daily life here #OnTheCovenstead. The prosthetics experts contend it’s a ‘build up to best” approach.The goal is that this brace gives me a bit more time before attending a total knee replacement surgery, since these types of operations don’t happen on a normal trauma-induced surgery case. The short version: It may be a bit of time before I will be able to have knee-replacement surgery. This has been made more complicated by the fact –one many of us have noticed since the COVID-19 Pandemic erupted – the current decline of employer-provided health insurance in the United States. Insurance doesn’t mean covered expenses, as we know. Time to enact a plan.

That’s when I noticed my shop has been open for five years this month. It was time for some presents for my clients. Enter my Brace For Impact sale in the Creative Crone Shop. Everything in the shop has been discounted 26 percent, since I’m hoping we can help make this surgery happen before the 2026 year is out. I’m once again leaning on some witchcraft to manifest some necessary things in my life. In the process, you get a little prezzie, too! This sale starts today and goes until the Full Moon – May 31, 2026. Whether it’s a Dream Academy class, an interpretation reading, Rune casting, it’s all on sale. 

This sale is just a quick moon cycle, so now’s the perfect time to grab a reading, a consult, or a copy of Magic In Your Cup. Whether you’ve been waiting to try out a Rune Casting or stock up on dream interpretations, I’m excited to help you during our anniversary and the lead up to some fix-the-knee down time. Thank you for being part of the Creative Crone community. Happy shopping! 

What The Witch Is Reading – April 2026

Posted on April 29, 2026 by runa
A picture of library bookshelves stuffed full with one book in particular that reads RUNA TROY on the Spine. The words: WHA THE WITCH IS READING are in script over the top of the image. Underneath that title is the subtitle: Giving Back To All Books Gave To Me

This section of my blog is dedicated to spreading the love of reading and books and the people who make them happen. I would not be the Witch I am today without books. I owe an obscene amount of gratitude to all the makers of books out there. This is my way of giving back. I hope that something I pick up and review will guide you to acquire the next tome on your To Be Read stack.


Books That Shape a Witch’s Journey

I’m writing classes* again this season whilst trying to create a magical covenstead. Reading time has also been split between research and fun. The two fun books included getting perspective on Land tending from a former journalist turned farmer and some straight-up creepy fiction. Although it took me a minute to finish them all in between moving too many cubic yards of materials, they were all lovely companions during breaks and at the end of the day. Damn I love books. Here’s What The Witch Is Reading:

The Dirty Life – A Memoir of Farming, Food, and Love by Kristin Kimball

I overheard someone talking in our local food co-op about this book/ They said she was a jet-setting journalist with an Ivy-league background turned go-to-bed-exhausted New England farmer. Like the fiend that I am for books, I pulled up my phone and requested it from my local library asap. 

Kimball’s ability to recall the nitty gritty of being pulled to the Land (and the love of her life) was done with such tender-loving care that even if her worldview does not include the esoteric – you can tell they have a relationship. She also had me enthralled by the love of food and the semi-gourmand focus of the text. I will die on the hill that growing your own food and then preparing it to nourish self, kin, and community is some of the most powerful abundance magic anyone can conjure. Kimball seems to agree. She wrote, “Food, a French man told me once, is the first wealth. Grow it right, and you’ll feel insanely rich, no matter what you own.” No Lies Detected.

It also is an investment in healthcare that you didn’t know was a benefit on partnering with the Land and working it to live harmoniously with it and on it. In the book she details how she and her partner wanted what they did to be birthed from sustainability. Although she doesn’t talk about applying permaculture principles to the Land, many of their practices were at minimum regenerative, if not shadowing permaculture. That sustainability often meant more labor in the “start up” time of creating a prolific piece of Land that remains healthy. Doing that often makes the Land tender healthy, too. In The Dirty Life, Kimball records the alarming juxtaposition at a community meeting where old-school farmers who had plowed with draft horses like she did at her farm, against the younger generation that had embraced commercial farming practices – think lots of giant machinery and diesel fuel costs and harsh chemicals and a focus not on soil health, but that of output – showed physically the reflection of their methods in their appearance. She wrote, “…the old people looked healthier than the young who tended toward the obese.” Again, another telltale sign that she’s really in league with Land and community. 

The most quotable moment in the text which now is typed up and hung on the wall in the harvest shed here at #VillaWestwyk: 

“A farm is a manipulative creature. There is no such thing as finished. Work comes in a stream and has no end. There are only the things that must be doe and things that can be done later. The threat the farm has got on you, the one that keeps you running from can until can’t, is this: do it now or some living thing will wilt or suffer or die. It’s blackmail, really.” 

Seriously though, living close to the Land – whether its a community park that you tend or a huge farm like Kimball, or a tiny covenstead like yours truly, there is a richness there that defines that relationship:

“On our evening farm walks, the list of crops to harvest grew longer, we cruised the peas as the sun went down, grazing on handfuls of pods so full they looked dented…This is the farmer’s privilege, a form of decadence, and it made us feel rich.”

Practical Permaculture for Home Landscapes, Your Community, and the Whole Earth by Jessie Bloom & Dave Boehnlein

The Home Landscapes part of the title is what pulled me to this book. Also, I’ve read just about everything that Jessie Bloom has written about permaculture as well as heard her lecture. She has a lived experience in permaculture design and knowledge that is “local” in its approach, meaning she knows the nuances of doing what I’m doing in the Pacific Northwest, because she is as well. So it wasn’t a tough sell to get this book, except this home landscapes bit.

My hope was this book would present an integration between permaculture and a more modest piece of land, be it city lot or small rural covenstead that tends to be missing in some of the books on permaculture. Most of them present the information under the pretense of huge swaths of land. We have two acres, which is perfect for the covenstead, our neighbors, and community to live abundantly. Therefore, I was deeply interested in Bloom’s perspective on integrating smaller spaces in a permaculture design. I’m less familiar with her co-author, but his CV is clutch and I’m always ready to learn from others who are living their consulting/writing/business. They didn’t disappoint.

This book has actionable insights and advice to apply permaculture anywhere. It’s a comprehensive how-to whether you’re a beginner or a more intermediate designer. There’s not a lot of preachy language in this book, which I appreciate. Permaculturists are tired of preaching, but it still comes out in other texts I’ve read. 

I would say this book is great for beginners or veteran permaculturists, because if nothing else it’s a great idea generator. Apparently, it is used by the Oregon State University Permaculture Design Certificate course. Bloom & Boehnlein definitely get expert status in this covenstead of Beaver alum. There is a PNW bias to the book, I found, but not that it was a problem for me. Given that Bloom cut her permaculture teeth in this environment, many of the stories and lessons would happen in that coastal maritime zone. But all growing zones are featured and the diagrams and lists are super helpful. Want to learn more about the bones of permaculture? This is definitely a good place to start. 

The Hollow Places by T. Kingfisher

First horror novel I’ve read in a very long time and was recommended to me by @marywyrd.bsky.social (see photo). I love stories where the people are accidental heroes and this one fills the bill. The characters are so relatable and charming and you’re like, OMG don’t die! 

It centers on a recently divorce woman, Kara, who finds a portal to a terrifying, unstable dimension in her uncle’s museum of curiosities. That setting and Uncle Earl’s adorableness, helps bring comedy into this horror genre book so skillfully that my forage back into horror reading (I used to fancy myself a horror writer…until I had kids).

Add in some external complicated relationships (ex-husband, mother) and you’ll be nodding along with her desire to keep the crazy at bay. Little does she know it’s abutting her own bedroom. Kara’s sidekick Simon, the barista that works and lives next door, navigate this very weird other world together in regular-peeps bravery and fortitude. No superheroes here. Just two folx not wanting to die in a world that wants them dead (sound familiar?)

The setting both in the Museum of Natural Wonders, Curiosities and Taxidermy and the unnamed one they find behind a hole in the wall, is absolutely a character in itself and you may feel creeped out just by the eccentricity of Uncle Earl’s world and the other one filled with creepiness like none you’ve ever read before. 

The Hollow Places, for me, was darkly entertaining and full of unexpected laughter. When faced with the horrors of this world and the one on the other side of the hole in the wall have you wanting to scream and you laugh instead – good read, I say. Anything that horrific that kept me picking it up to finish is a winner – especially after decades of not reading horror. Good rec, Mary. Might have to check out more of Kingfisher’s work.  

As mentioned above, we’re still in high garden building and planting season here #OnTheCovenstead; but, there’s still plenty of reading being done. Currently I’m blazing through the memoir Making It: How Love, Kindness and Community Helped Me Repair My Life by Jay Blades of The Repair Shop fame. Do have to sometimes put it down and grieve for how so many of the countries that should know better are racist to the core. Yet, inspiration can be found in overcoming adversity, and Blades storytelling comes through like a chum giving you a chinwag at the pub. More on that next month! 


(*Walking the Path of the Elder Futhark is coming soon to the Creative Crone Shop)

Last Call for Magic In Your Cup: A Witch’s Guide To Sippable Spellcraft

Posted on April 15, 2026April 15, 2026 by runa

Dear Friends, Witches, Readers:

The Author Signing Magic In Your Cup

I bring you book news about Magic In Your Cup: A Witch’s Guide to Sippable Spellcraft. First I want to say thank you for making my journey to esoteric author as magical as it has been. The book is beautiful and full of magic and will remain so – all because of you. So thank you. 

The publisher has decided not to do another reprint, and the book is moving to “out-of-print” status at the end of this month (April 2026). So if you wanted it, now is the time to get it, wherever you get books. I will be selling them through my shop for as long as inventory holds out. I also understand that Darling Weirdos has copies. But you can still buy the book at your preferred book seller until April 30. 

This can be a normal journey for authors, and is just a transition phase. I’m exploring ways of taking the content and re-working it, as the rights to the book have reverted back to me. However, there’s no firm plan right now. If you would like updates on my future work ,signing up for my newsletter keeps you in the know first. 

In the meantime, are you interested in creating your own dream + witchcraft practice? In that case, my latest release is nearly book-length. It’s my new course – Dream Craft Foundations – under Runa’s Dream Academy. It is ready for your download! 

Also, more Crone Dispatches (blog posts) will be forthcoming talking about my journey through the Craft. Perhaps you’ve seen the latest on my love story with the Land?  New book reviews coming very soon, too! 

Thank you again for being here. Please don’t hesitate to contact me if you have questions about dreams, mystical mixology, kitchen witchery, the Runes, Permaculture, and all things Witchcraft! Drop a contact form here, send me an email, ping me on Bluesky. Let’s chat!

Blessed be. 

Feeling Earth’s Love As A Witch

Posted on April 14, 2026April 14, 2026 by runa
A rainbow, often a symbol of promise and love, as seen over Villa Westwyk.

I have a hazy memory of early tween-dom, not long before I first start exploring the path of an earth-loving witch. It was in the cemetery that was next to my school. Having a graveyard next to my school wasn’t that odd – it was a parochial xtian school attached to one of the largest congregations in the eastern Detroit area.  I loved that cemetery (hello Scorpio stellium). There were huge 100-foot-tall trees – likely Eastern White Pines, which at the time of this love story, I didn’t know any trees taller than these. I loved to sit under them especially in the warm, sticky months of a Michigan summer. It would be easily fifteen degrees cooler under those tall, soldier-like conifers. I loved that calming smell of pine from the birth of its spring buds to the composting needles I’d crouch on to get respite from the noise and energy of people. I could breathe with the trees, with the grass and the dirt and the song of the birds. Yep, I was the weird girl who sat in the cemetery under a tree, alone. To me, it didn’t feel weird. It felt right.

I was struggling with the new social aspects of moving from elementary to middle school (although we called it ‘junior high’ then), especially because I was one of the youngest in my grade. Also I was discovering that I didn’t get excited about being around a lot of people, and that being under a tree reading a book held more for me than playground games. I was not immune to the budding attraction to boys. I tried flirting – I was not great at it. Yet, who is at this point in our lives? It’s all experimentation with what works and doesn’t work. For me,  I wanted my target to read my facial expressions and know exactly what I meant. That’s an immature Scorpio for you. Instead of practicing more like many of my peers, I was happier squirreling away somewhere in that park-like setting of quiet in the parish’s cemetery. 

The day I remember feeling love from the Earth begins with finishing physical education class and then being dismissed for recess – 20 tortuous minutes before lunch, but it also meant that if I packed my lunch, I could just go straight on from recess in a secluded part of the cemetery through lunch before returning to class, providing the weather was dry. Teachers left you alone if you had your nose in a book. I took full advantage. I was feeling pretty good, knowing I’d have this 45 minutes to listen to the birds while I dived into a story far away from this awkward tweendom. Also, it was a brilliant Spring day. One of the firsts for the season. I was leaving the gym, headed to the locker room when one of the boys I had a crush on called me a slut. I didn’t know at that point in my life what a slut was. I knew it was bad because of how my classmates either recoiled – the girls – or laughed – the boys. I scowled my way to the cemetery, fuming with embarrassment and near hateful revenge fantasies. 

Looking up from the ground at very tall conifer tree.

I reached the tallest tree. Now in 2026, I can still remember the grave that was closest to it. It sat at a slight angle in the ground and was listing slightly away from the prevailing winds. ‘Against all odds,’ is the nickname I gave it. When I sat under that tree, that couple had already been dead 100 years. In my sessions in the cemetery, I would concoct the most epic of supportive love stories. I imagined war and storms kept them apart, but they always found each other.

That day, I couldn’t find the joy I normally felt in this favored spot. I just found anger, sadness, grief, and distaste. And resolve, that I wasn’t what that dumb boy said I was. I opened my book, had a hard time seeing the words for my anger, and put it back in my bag. I pulled out my composition book, and my favored multi-colored fat pen to write in red (I was mad after all). But I snapped it closed again and shoved them both in my bag. I just sat there, staring out across the cemetery. I’m not sure if I sighed, took a big breath or what, but I got a snootful of pine that suddenly had me feeling silly for being upset about being called a name I didn’t even know what it meant. I tucked my knees up under my chin and wrapped my arms around my knees. I rested my back firmly against the bark of this towering guardian of the crooked grave. Its sturdiness seemed to seep into me. I leaned my head against it. Looking up at a tall tree from the ground is always an exercise in feeling small. I started to imagine just melting into that giant trunk, when I heard a voice. Was it a voice? It could have been any number of creatures that today I know exist, but at that exact time, I squarely thought it was ‘someone’ whispering. The wind had picked up slightly and I shook my head thinking the wind was making noises. Today I remember clearly how the Land talks to me now. The voice  simply said, “It’ll be okay.” Young me reached out and drew a smiley face in the soil beside me. “Thanks,” I said out loud. Robin tweeted its song back. Then suddenly I felt very self conscious and looked around. All the activity was back at the playground, in the ball fields. It was just me and the trees, birds, and soil. 

I stretched out my legs and continued to play with the soil in my hands. I heard the bell for lunch ring, and just as it did, a Peregrine Falcon – native migrators to Michigan and whose numbers at the time of this story were very few –  came barreling down the main walkway of the cemetery – not quite a road, although the hearses would use it to traverse to graveside ceremonies. The falcon flew deep and low and sped right by me in that telltale bullet shape raptors can achieve before suddenly shooting straight up into the canopy of trees out of my line of sight. I was floored. We had just discussed this bird in my earth science class and its importance in the Great Lakes area. It’s the first sign from the universe I can remember. 

Need a friendly ear? Talk to the trees.

I got out my journal and started writing, recording the moment that later would feel very spiritual. I sketched my best attempt at what I just witnessed. I munched my lunch and listened to the wind through those wonderful trees. Before I knew it the time to return to class was due. I stood up, dusted off my clothes and my hands and headed back in. I saw the offensive boy as I was heading back in and he tried to bully me again, but the science teacher was close by and I called him over and told him about seeing the falcon. He told me that was a really special sighting and maybe we’d have class outside soon to see if the rest of class could see it.

I felt like the trees, the birds, and the soil all comforted me that day. They talked to me in their language. They grounded and centred me away from the emotions that did not serve me. They planted the seed for a relationship that would ebb and flow throughout my life and still does. I love the Land, its energy, the Spirits in and about it. But it loved me first. 

Today, that girl is a woman who often can be found book in hand under a tree – likely Grandmother Willow, the eldest and tallest tree of Villa Westwyk. It’s a relationship that has taught me patience through the rhythm of the seasons. It taught me determination, like the dandelion that grows in cracks and crevices. It taught me a whole lot of discernment – your environment helps you thrive or struggle. It’s solidified my animist worldview and opened up the literal interconnected cosmos at my feet, and above my head. When we are stewards of the Land that contains us, it sustains us. The Land understands you belong, that you are its kin. It’s just waiting for you to fall in love, too. 

Six Years of Sustainable Growth: A Witch’s Journey

Posted on April 7, 2026April 8, 2026 by runa
The sunrising on Villa Westwyk in the summer of 2025.

It’s high food-planting season. Over on Bluesky I’ve posted about the things we’re doing each day #OnTheCovenstead to live in concert with the Land. Part of that is growing our own food – obtaining a yield, as us permaculturists like to say. At the end of the farm-work day I’ll record what was done. I’ve been sharing the highlights – like I said on Bluesky (are we following each other?) – as the work to grow as much food as we can – for us, for our kindred, and for the community* – reaches a fevered pitch.

And then someone asked for photos of what I was talking about (thanks Pamelia!). This took me down such a long road to be able to snap some photos and share. It also had me thinking about sustainability, because, well, as a practicing permaculturalist Witch, I’m constantly thinking about that. Looking to snap some current photos, then had me looking at where we’ve been on this property. It’s been six years since we had a half-crocked idea to take two acres of abused land and create a covenstead that was ecologically sustainable for a magical life. 

I’ve blogged before about my love of small, slow solutions, a tenet of permaculture, because it allows you to make mistakes, adjust along the way, learn from those lessons, and create something stronger moving forward. The systems needed to mimic nature in order to live as a human being can be intense. Everything from composting, planting food forests, and rainwater harvesting takes time. A forest doesn’t shoot up overnight. Neither does a covenstead. Gradual lets you incrementally act in a manageable form. 

Let me lay it out in picture form – here’s where we started:

This shows the view from the north of our back patio along the eastern edge of our cottage. The former owners had shoved 18 boxwood bushes into this space and slugged a huge amount of glyphosate-based herbicides everywhere. If these were Oregon Boxwood, I would have repurposed them somewhere special on the property. But most began to die off even as I moved them to provide shelter for our poultry. In the background you can see the weather beaten cold frame that was here when we moved in. We used it until it was absolutely unsafe; but the beds remain and are now our root garden.
Looking north (the opposite view from above). This is the back of our small cottage in summer 2021 – a year in. This is where we would install a cover over the patio (the measurement plumb line you see in the photo above), the tomato tunnel, and the greenhouse. Future plans include a small geo dome in between the polytunnel and the greenhouse to host our hot tub and tropical plants year round.

We installed the polytunnel in the fall of 2023. The photo below is Spring of 2024. Small, slow solutions in action.

Above you see us mid-cardboard applying. Done so to block vegetation, and at this point it looks very unorganized and messy. We inherited the four troughs in the corners as they were put down during installation to help anchor the tunnel to the ground. Winters here bring hurricane-speed wind gusts blowing off the Pacific Ocean (we’re six miles as the crows flies to the beach).
High growing season 2025. Tomatoes anyone?
The small greenhouse was built in the fall of 2024 (buy things on clearance, friends).

Investing in the infrastructure of a new poly tunnel to replace the dilapidated one that was here when we moved into Villa Westwyk, took a bit of small-scale steps. Same with the greenhouse. Bit by bit we took planned and intentionally thought-out actions in order to reduce adding too much at once, and minimizing risk. Like Jessi Bloom wrote in “Practical Permaculture” it’s easier to fail spending $100 versus $1000.  If I’d planted all the trees I planted to today’s count (17), there’s a good chance I would have put them in the wrong place. It’s taken me some time to observe & interact with the environment here. As a witch, I also needed to get to know the Land and its needs, strengths, and where it needed extra special attention towards energetic things. Notably, this often leads to understanding the physical needs of the Land as well. Like, there is no way in heck there will ever be anything that grows in the southeast corner here. Why? Well, I had to learn that. (It’s keeping something else out – story for another blog post.)

Heck, do you know where the prevailing wind is where you live? Does it change seasonally? Which direction does your front door face? All of these things factor into how you implement affordable, scalable projects to live with the Land as much as possible. 

The same is true for our spiritual lives. As a Witch you cultivate power over time. Small repeated acts, lighting a candle daily, keeping a lunar magic calendar, or an intention journal, build a deeper connection than dramatic, infrequent rituals. Burning your magical candle at both ends does nothing but lead to burnout (why readers like myself take energetic cleansing seriously). A Witch cannot expect instant manifestations until you can feel the subtle shifts of energy. 

One of the key strengths of small slow solutions is their adaptability – whether it’s practicing the Craft or designing the landscape of the environment around you with generations to come in mind. As a Witch I aim to be a good ancestor. As a permaculturist I aim to provide for my great-great-great grandchildren. This led my thoughts to noting where this simple question of “Pictures?” how both as a Witch and a permaculturist, there is a harm-reduction mindset. Small, slow solutions make sure you have the space and time and energy to do things as kindly and considerately as possible. 

Incremental changes allow for continuous observation and adjustment. If a system fails or a spell underperforms, the consequences are limited, and lessons can be applied immediately. This iterative process builds a resilient system capable of responding to environmental, economic, social, or energetic changes. You don’t buy a ready-made altar, you curate it over time. A slowly built one becomes a living system, not just a collection of items. 

The greenhouse. April 2026. Full of overwinter plants and seed starts.

Small, slow solutions align closely with natural rhythms: the seasons, moon phases, plant growth. A Practice grounded in these cycles becomes more sustainable and intuitive, I’ve found and each year as I practice this becomes more and more concrete that magic and permaculture go together. A slower approach to your Craft creates space for reflection, which mirrors the interacting part of the permaculture tenet of observe & interact. I’m constantly asking myself why I want to do a spell? What are the potential outcomes (and dare I say consequences)? Is there a simpler or more aligned way to move forward? Like sometimes just having a conversation with someone is a whole lot faster than a cord-cutting spell. 

Villa Westwyk’s polytunnel (aka the Tomato Tunnel) as seen in April 2026.

Patience, observations, and intentional design are held up by small, slow solutions. Creating a garden or a magical practice that grows and adapts over time, creates a practical and resilient path forward. Magic is alive; just like the Land here at Villa Westwyk. Witchcraft is an ecosystem; not a transaction. The subtle shift in perspective can be very profound. It also opens the door for a Practice that fits into daily life. 

I’m not the same Witch I was six years ago. As the Land evolved, so did my Practice. Today my magic is deeper, I’m more skilled, and my intuition has never been stronger. 

Here’s to an abundant growing season – for both the Land & our Practice(s)!

Looking north along the east end of our cottage. The polytunnel and the greenhouse with its various plant starts all around, which include pine trees, strawberries, herbs, currant and berry bushes, and a few fruit trees.

* (I’m dropping off another 9 dozen eggs to the food bank this week). 

From Rented Attention to Real Community: A Witchy Maker’s Path

Posted on April 2, 2026 by runa

I try hard to live by my ideals and hold that line in every area of my life. Doing business with that goal in mind is endlessly challenging. I aim to use only tools that aren’t harmful, which is why I avoid most social platforms and portals. I don’t want to endorse practices that contradict my values.

I know my business’s absence won’t hurt those platforms. It does create an inequitable landscape for me and other small businesses trying to do the same (if you’re one of them, please say hello in the comments!). I’m always looking for new ways to reach my audience (yes, you). If you know of ethical places I should be supporting, please leave a comment. I’m listening and open to partnerships that align with my values.

There’s no simple answer about ethical commerce under capitalism, and opting out of mainstream platforms has its trade-offs. Socially, it can feel isolating: I miss being able to view what my main chat group is discussing regarding the latest Instagram reel or TikTok. Professionally, skipping those platforms can feel like opening a shop but not being on the main street where people walk. Even with a strong product, fewer people discover it organically.

More and more, people don’t “Google” first — they scroll. Discovery happens in feeds, and if your business isn’t there, you lose an important funnel. That loss is real and painful.

Meanwhile, peers in my field are posting daily, building audiences, and capturing attention. I don’t view other creative, witchy providers as competition, but by opting out I risk losing visibility. It’s hard to justify. Yet avoiding social media has given me more control and a slower, more intentional kind of growth: my audience is genuinely invested.

I’m trying to shift from rented attention to an authentic audience. My newsletter, long-time client mailings, and a private Discord community let me reach people without an algorithm deciding who sees my work.

That’s why my website has become central to everything I do. It isn’t friction-free: I still spend time each day managing security issues — clearing logs, caches, and handling other nuisances despite the tools I use. That hour could be spent writing, editing, teaching, or practicing, but I accept it as part of staying true to my principles.

One of the only places you can find me online outside of RunaTroy.com is on bluesky @runatroy.bsky.social — come say hello!

I aim to act from my worldview, be in right relationship with self and community, and remember that energy is connected. If I put my attention toward things that don’t align with my values, I’m contributing to harm. Walking the path of a witch and running a small business is a tightrope, but it’s one I choose.

I’m actively looking for like-minded partners and ethical platforms. If you represent a marketplace, community, or curator that aligns with values-driven creative work, or if you know of places I should be supporting, please comment below or email me at runa@runatroy.com. Let’s build sustainable, values-aligned ways to share our work.

Our doors are open! Welcome to Runa’s Dream Academy

Posted on March 18, 2026March 18, 2026 by runa

There’s something powerful about beginning in alignment with the new moon – a moment that invites intention, reflection, and quiet transformation. It felt only right that today, I’m opening the doors to my Dream Academy with the launch of the Dream Craft Foundations course. 

Honestly, this course has been years in the making, shaped by not only my own practice, but by long traditions of dream work, spiritual inquiry, and the understanding that dreams are not random. They are relational. Recent months have been focused on building, refining, and deep listening, to my own practice, my teachers and mentors, and to the rhythms of dream work itself. Now the course is ready to be shared.

Dreams are more than fleeting images or fragmented stories. They are a language, a bridge. They are a place where insight, intuition, and spirit meet us in ways we often overlook in waking life. And yet, so many people feel disconnected from their dreams. They are unsure how to remember them, interpret them, or meaningfully integrate them into their spiritual or witchcraft practice. That’s exactly why I created Dream Craft Foundations. 

Dream Craft Foundations is a 10-week, self-paced, virtual course designed to help you build a consistent, grounded, and personal relationship wit your dreams. This isn’t about memorizing symbols or following rigid frameworks. It’s about learning. Each module offers both structure and spaciousness, so you can move at your own pace while still feeling supported. 

In Dream Craft Foundations you will learn how to develop a sustainable dream recall practice, understand the unique language of your dreams, work with dreams a a tool for insight, magic, and transformation, integrate dream work into your existing Craft in a way that feels natural and aligned. Each module – one through ten – builds on the last, giving you both structure and flexibility as you deepen your practice. 

While the course is self-paced, it’s not solitary. All students are invited to a dedicated Discord community. It’s a virtual space to share experiences and reflections, ask questions, receive support, and practice together in a respectful, collaborative environment. Dream work can be deeply personal, but it also becomes richer when witnessed and explored in community. That’s the part I’m most excited about the Dream Academy, is the potential and possibilities for a strong network of dreamworkers. 

There is some flexibility in how you approach the course, too. It’s divided into two parts, so you could start with part one and then when you finish those five weeks, you can procure part two – weeks six to ten. And for those who maybe have a lot of Libra placements (just kidding), you don’t have to commit to the full journey right away. The first module is available on its own so you can step in, explore, and see how it resonates before deciding to continue. This low-cost trial is for a limited time. So don’t wait until the full moon, take a low-risk preview today.

There’s never a perfect time to begin to learn something new, but there are moments that feel like an opening. The new moon is one of those moments. This is a time to start a new beginning, to plant intentions beneath the surface, where growth isn’t yet visible, but is already unfolding. Dream work mirrors this process. So much of what happens in dreams is subtle at first – a fragment, feeling, a place. Over time, with attention, those fragments begin to form a language, a relationship, a new path, a threshold. An invitation to start something quietly powerful that unfolds over time. If you’ve been feeling the pull to deepen your dream work, to reconnect with your inner landscape, or to bring more intention into your practice, this is your invitation. This work unfolds over time. It meets you where you are. 

Enrollment for Dream Craft Foundations is now live. You’re welcome to step through our open door. If you’re unsure or curious, or just want to feel into whether this is the right path for you, I invite you to reach out. Ask questions. Start a conversation. This work begins with listening. 

Sweet dreams!

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