I have an article up on Feminism and Religion today about the Caloian, a rain ritual that I learned and practiced as a child. It spooked me then and it still does now (there is a dead mud-child in this picture, if you can’t tell).
I’ve always been fascinated by ancient, pre-Christian traditions and rituals and how they perpetuated throughout the years in Romania, where I grew up. They can be weird and beautiful and intricately meaningful.
