Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth

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Mandrakes: Remembering Raven Grimassi

Conversations around the presenters' breakfast table at Pagan Spirit Gathering are generally pretty good, but things really kicked up a notch when someone mentioned mandrakes.

“Oh, I raise them,” said Raven Grimassi.

It turns out that raising mandrakes in New England is no easy feat. It's too cold for them to overwinter in the ground, so you have to dig them up every year. Raven used to winter his in a barrel of sand, until it was warm enough to replant them in the spring.

A lot of work, to be sure, but the up side is that, handling them so often, and watching them grow as you do, you develop a very special kind of relationship with your mandrakes.

“Do you want to see some pictures?” asked Raven.

Everyone laughed. Did we ever.

In a life spent in the Craft, some moments stand out.

There we were, a tableful of witches, oohing and aahing over pictures of mandrakes, as some might coo over pictures of grandchildren.

Hail and farewell, Raven Grimassi.

Reborn to the People.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poet, scholar and storyteller Steven Posch was raised in the hardwood forests of western Pennsylvania by white-tailed deer. (That's the story, anyway.) He emigrated to Paganistan in 1979 and by sheer dint of personality has become one of Lake Country's foremost men-in-black. He is current keeper of the Minnesota Ooser.

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