Monthly Archives: September 2008

The Evolution of a Book of Shadows

The Evolution of a Book of Shadows

There is often a lot of understandable concern about newbie, and young, pagan’s Book of Shadows. Indeed, there is a trend to have a BoS filled with page after page of info printed off the Internet. Many “old timers” worry that the handwritten grimorie painstakingly filled with personal notes and research may be going the way of the dinosaurs. I thought, as a Pagan in her late twenties, I might share a little about my own BoS.
I was born in 1980, in Canada.

There was a computer in my kindergarten class, but that was still a bit of a novelty at the time. Typing class started when I was in the 2nd grade (handwriting rather than printing started in 3rd grade). By the 4th grade, major projects, reports and essays had to be typed and printed, and spell-check was used to correct grammar and spelling. In 6th grade we switched to math done nearly entirely on a calculator. By 8th grade nearly everything was to be typed on the computer. By 12th grade pretty well everything HAD to be typed and printed and our bibliographies at the end of projects often listed… Continue reading

Some Quotes

 

Céad Míle Fáilte “One Hundred Thousand Welcomes” (pronounced ‘Kaid-Mee-la-Fawl-teh’)

Tine Bhríde is ea an bhladhm ar mo thinteán “The fire of Brighid is the flame on my hearth.”

Níl aon tinteán mar do thinteán féin. “There’s no hearth like your own hearth.”

The kitchen is the heart of the home

“We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.” Joseph Conrad

“My kitchen is a mystical place, a kind of temple for me. It is a place where the surfaces seem to have significance, where the sounds and odors carry meaning that transfers from the past and bridges to the future.” Pearl Bailey

We will be turned out to starve in the hedgerows! ~ Mrs. Bennet in Jane Austin’s in Pride and Prejudice

A hedge between keeps friendship green. ~ German Proverb

Love thy neighbour, but pull not down thy hedge. ~ John Ray

“a messy kitchen is a happy kitchen and this kitchen is delirious”

Nature is just enough; but men and women must comprehend and accept her suggestions. ~ Antoinette Brown Blackwell

The least movement is of importance to all nature. The… Continue reading

A Fall Rite Poem

A Fall Rite Poem

Crisp and cool is the deeping night

Yet still soft and sweet is the morning dew

Blood red berries drip from old green yew

Chilly winds blowing in a sky still bright

 

Red and yellow and bronze and brown

Fields and forests are no longer greening

The land prepares for it’s great sleeping

Sleepy trees wait for last leaf to fall down

 

The good earth bursts with fruit and life

Shining apples, heavy vines and golden corn

The last birds sing farewell to a frosty morn

With ritual and rite, shovel, sickle and knife

 

I play my part in the great wheel of life

 

~ Juniper 2001

OBOD

Well, I joined OBOD the other day. That would be the Order of Bards, Ovates and Druids. http://www.druidry.org/

Tad (*waves*) and some friends are taking their new, and interesting, audio course for Bardic grade. We start on Sunday, but I already listened to the first bit we had mailed us lol. I just wanted to make sure I got my money’s worth. I look forward to this as a nice project, especially for winter.

I like the audio idea a lot. Druidry was originally taught as an oral tradition. I’d like to play this on a CD player in one of my groves. There’s a couple of nice little groves, and a few potential ones as well. I also have many other plans *rubs hands* but that is for another blog. The OBOD have a cool grove project (see their website) I may just have to register one of mine.

I have other more witch-y projects planed as well hehe

The Crooked Path

The Crooked Path

Alone I walk the crooked path

A heavy basket upon my back

Through moonlit groves to home at last

Guided by dimming stars above my head

Through the valley and around the bend

With eager eyes do I see the gate ahead

My garden beckons while my dog does growl

Behind me lays the farmer’s hedge

Beyond the hill does my cottage stand

Away from village lights and prying eyes

I work a craft they cannot understand

Heavy basket goes into potting shed

Herbs to be hung with morning light

It is the stew pot that I seek tonight

Dog gets fed and cow is checked

I lay me down upon a lonely bed

I dare to dream of a village life lived

With a family and a loving husband

But the life I lead is a road for one

In a creaking home blasted with cold drafts

Alone I walk the crooked path

~ by Juniper 2008

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