The Ramblings and Wanderings

Archive for May, 2009

Took a while to get around to posting these, being on dial-up is a pain.

I rescued a Human Today.

Her eyes met mine as she walked down the corridor peering apprehensively into the kennels. I felt her need instantly and knew I had to help her.

I wagged my tail, not too exuberantly, so she wouldn’t be afraid. As she stopped at my kennel I blocked her view from a little accident I had in the back of my cage. I didn’t want her to know that I hadn’t been walked today. Sometimes the shelter keepers get too busy and I don’t want her to think poorly of them.

As she read my kennel card I hoped she wouldn’t feel sad about my past. I only have the future to look forward to and want to make a difference in someones life.

She got down on her knees and spoke softly to me. I shoved my shoulder and side of my head up against the bars to comfort her. Gentle fingertips caressed my neck; she was desperate for companionship. A tear fell down her cheek and I raised my paw to assure her that all would be well.

Soon my kennel door opened and her smile was so bright that I instantly jumped into her arms. I would promise to keep her safe. I would promise to always be by her side. I would promise to do everything I could to see that radiant smile and sparkle in her eyes.

I was so fortunate that she came down my corridor. So many more are out there who haven’t walked the corridors. So many more to be saved. At least I could save one.

I rescued a human today.

I do not know who the author is, sorry

Mother’s Day Proclamation

by Julia Ward Howe

Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise, all women who have hearts,
Whether our baptism be of water or of tears!

Say firmly:
“We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands will not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
We, the women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.”

From the bosom of the devastated Earth a voice goes up with our own.
It says: “Disarm! Disarm! The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.”
Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence indicate possession.
As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war,
Let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of counsel.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.
Let them solemnly take counsel with each other as to the means
Whereby the great human family can live in peace,
Each bearing after his own time the sacred impress, not of Caesar,
But of God.

In the name of womanhood and humanity, I earnestly ask
That a general congress of women without limit of nationality
May be appointed and held at someplace deemed most convenient
And at the earliest period consistent with its objects,
To promote the alliance of the different nationalities,
The amicable settlement of international questions,
The great and general interests of peace.

While dog sitting for Mom this weekend I decided it was time to make a new bag for my Stones, Bones and Bits I use for divination and such. The old bag was not well made and it has corners where stuff would get caught.

 I hand stitched white deer hide and black goat skin, which made me feel a bit like I was sewing an old school soccer ball.

The Crooked Path website and Podcast have reached an end.

To quote Peter Paddon “I find that the politics, fundamentalism and downright ugliness that is so vocal within the Pagan community right now has sucked the joy from this project.”

Like many endeavors started by eager pagans and witches seeking to share, learn, teach, help and heal, it seems that even the Crooked Path could not escape the ugliness and in-fighting of our community.

I will truly miss the wonderful and informative podcasts and lurking on your forum Peter, I also have enjoyed reading the Crooked Path Journal.

Thank you to Peter, Raven and everyone at the Crooked Path for your hard work and service to the community.

I do hope that Pendraig Publishing continues and I pledge to keep on supporting (already over $100 in books bought!)

As for the rest of us … SHAME, SHAME and DOUBLE SHAME.

Pagans suck and witches are bitches.

What the fuck do we think we are doing here?