I had an extremely special experience recently.
Not long ago, I met a pagan from our local area—which is decently rare with how rural and evangelical this region is—and ended up making plans with my husband to visit the commune she lives on further into the woods from us.
The commune itself was pretty amazing and unusual, and it's hard for me to do it justice without writing up a whole story about it, but suffice it to say that it's a very powerful and fascinating place. One especially striking aspect of this commune is the fact that there is a singular pioneer grave from 1901 hidden in the forest, not too far from them, which has been visited and propitiated by member of this commune for decades.
The man buried there was said to be an Irish immigrant who lived in a homestead nearby with his "close male companion of many years" before being buried alone there. Though, now, he is a beloved figure to this queer punk collective in the woods, and they sometimes bring him things like tobacco, beer, and coins as offerings.
It was such a joy and an honor to be shown this sacred place by the people who have watched over it for years, as well as being given leave to visit it. When I met him initially, I left a naturally round and smooth green jasper stone that I found by the sea upon his headstone. These pictures were taken on my second visit, wherein I brought him tobacco and rum, and received a clear omen shortly thereafter that it was alright for me to photograph.
What a truly wonderful place.
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Two elderly women visiting the graves of their dead parents in the Appalachian Mountains sit on the headstones and talk, 1983 - by David Turnley (1955), American/French
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Old headstones, Killila, Co Wexford, Ireland
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Curse under the full moon
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