I find myself continually grateful to live in Western Maryland. For someone of Pagan faith, whose spiritual practice is oriented toward aligning with the cycles of nature, it’s hard to imagine a better region in which to make a home. The cool rains of springtime fell heavily this year. Now, as we turn toward the summer solstice, the longest day of the year and the official “start” of summer, the green and growing spirits around us are bursting forth with wild abandon. Our lush, burgeoni...
