Here you will find stories and articles relating to a particular path of spiritwork and devotional polytheism, that focuses on a set of unattested deities who are referred to here as the Wanderers. In legend, the Wanderers are a sort of “found pantheon”, along the lines of the found families of queer folks and other marginalized populations. These gods wandered from their pantheons of origin where they felt like they didn't fit, found support in each other, and together built a place and a tradition that could be a home for other lost and unusual folk.

The Wanderers come from no historical culture, and any specific allusions to other deities aren't intended as connection or appropriation; my experience of these gods is that they actively resist syncretization, wanting to be known on their own terms.

This has been the work of years, but is still, by its nature, personal gnosis. My interaction with and experience of these deities may not match anyone else's, and is not intended to be definitive. You may read what's here and find it inspirational, or absurd. You may take it as a set of cute stories, or as a basis for further personal exploration. I can only share what I've found.

Latest 3 Posts

1. The Year-Fire

   Tue 06 Oct 2026 22:55 wanderers seasons

   Nearly a year ago I wrote an overview of the themes we touch on at our rituals throughout the year, which was a bit of reference material for folks interested in helping out with rituals. It only scratched the surface of what our ritual cycle strives for. Now it's time to go deeper.

2. On ritual engagement

   Thu 03 Sep 2026 22:34 theory practice

   My dear friend Lorxus posed a question recently that really caught my attention. Paraphrasing slightly, they wanted to know what I think our ritual circle gets out of having a participant who attends but doesn't "believe" — and conversely, what that person is themself getting out of being in the circle, whether they know it or not.

3. Shrines and Altars

   Tue 14 Jul 2026 22:42 Practice

   Last weekend, I carried six bricks, a couple handfuls of stones, and some bits of glass for over a mile. I went up a hill and then back down, along roads and finally into dense woods. Six bricks, I realized only after I'd started packing them up, are heavy. At least thirty pounds. It's fortunate that I'd just gotten a good hiking backpack. Wonderfully coincidental that I needed to try it out with a heavy load for a trip I'm taking later this month. But that's not why I carried those bricks.