I was born in the wilds of Chorley, in the North West of England. In a time before iPhones, GPS, music television, coffee shops, Subway, Internet, and anything really ‘new fangled’ and ‘forrin’. A golden time of meat pies, fish and chips, and dilapidated industry, in which we had to make our own entertainment.

Usually setting things on fire.

Or hiking on the moors.

I started praying to Heathen gods when I was 11 after reading about them during ‘silent reading’ at school. At around 13/14, after a brief jaunt into Christianity to drink communion wine, I found books on Paganism in the local library and realized other people did that too.

When I was 17, I encountered the internet and discovered that if you worshipped Germanic gods, you were Heathen.

I did a whole lot of moorland hiking, spent my time hanging out at places like burial mounds, and gifting the wīhta. Eventually I escaped Chorley, lived in lots of places -often in tents- and got a useless degree. Then one day, after living in Chorley again for a while, I decided to move to Korea, and so I did. When there, I met another Heathen who I ended up marrying. I became more Anglo-Saxon/Continental Germanic focused in my Heathenry. We lived in Germany for a few years then moved to the States. At some point we spawned offspring, and that brings to now.

I’m Cat, I’m a (mostly formerly) itinerant English chick, toddler-wrangler, and spinning Wicce.

I’m also awesome.