My name is Danna, rhymes with banana. I’m a ceremonialist, end-of-life soulsmith, grief tender, wife, parent, activist/abolitionist, adoptee, writer, and occasional artist. I see life as one continuous ceremony from birth to earth. And I see little altars in all of life’s moments.
I first began blogging nearly 20 years ago after moving to the Pacific Northwest from Canada. It was my way to make sense of my culture shock during the Dubya2 era. That old soapbox, together with my HolySchmidt blog, dissolved into the ethers when MSN Spaces went away but it still lives in a binder on my bookshelf, hundreds of pages thick with archived posts. It fostered a daily writing practice that shaped me in those early years of parenting and Americana’ing.
ALTARED MOMENTS is quasi-derivative of those old blogs. It’s a next gen place where you’ll find thoughtful and/or irreverent musings, soulful poetry, provocative prose, and a basket load of life-altering + altaring practices & rituals designed to help you navigate human’ing in new ways.
If this sounds like your cup of spiked espresso, hit subscribe and if the grumpy man at the gate asks you for the secret password, wink and tell him it’s coddiwomple.
