Monthly Archives: June 2009

Pagan Values: Back to Basics

The more we get together,
Together, together

The more we get together,
The happier we’ll be

When your friends are my friends
Then my friends are your friends

The more we get together
The happier we’ll be

~ Traditional Children’s Song

And in case you missed it, because I’ve been blogging lots … Pagan Values: Catch Phrases

(PS I am still searching for a home, will keep you posted folks. Thanks for thinking of me!)

More Images from the Druid Gathering

If you are from the Gathering or the Druid Network etc and want the pics to promote the Gathering and such, just click on the vision in white below to go to my photobucket and steal the pics.

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Silly Father’s Day Poem (full of in-jokes)

His name is Jim and he’s my Dad
And yes, yes, yes I am so glad
He taught me how to find my way
East and North and South and West
By gazing up at the stars at night
He taught me how to ride my bike
He taught me how to ride it right
He taught me how to stand up to a man
And never let one take advantage
He taught me how to be stronger than
Most other women can
He taught me how to comand respect
And still act like a sweet lady
And never once has he said
That roast beef has too much gravy
His name is Jim and he’s my Dad
And yes, yes, yes I am so glad

Solstice, Daddies, Puppies and Updates

“Home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in”
~ Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Okay so technically we aren’t losing the farm, since a farm is people and critters and such, at least in my case. But it looks like we can’t stay here. This place is a money pit. The mortgage combined with the costs of repairs and such is atrocious. We paid $700 last month for electricity, main due to the faulty well pumps. Terrible! No matter how much I love this place, it’s not worth staying in a money pit.

So we are back to looking at other places that are a wee bit smaller and in better shape.
I’m also hoping to find a place where I can get Mom and her best buds who might be interested in joining her all set up. Then I’d be free to wander off someday, should I decide to.

I’ve been very down in the dumps the last few days over it. Which is not my usual mode, I’m such a cheerful person that I confuse people whenever I’m something other than happy! Sorry about that folks!

So I’m picking myself back up off… Continue reading

Losing the Farm

Losing the farm, losing my mind
Like sands through the hourglass,
I’m running out of time
Why oh why did the economy have to fail?
I watch the rain drip from my ceiling into a pail
Where do I go, what do I do?
My home a money pit, the land so beautiful
I am a seedpod floating on the wind
I am flotsam caught on a current
Dogs, cats, horses and Mom too
Oh dear gods, what do I do?
I’d runaway, if I had someplace to go
Or no, for no coward am I
I guess I have to stay
Oh sigh,
I guess I’ll just take it day by day
And wish that someday, in someplace
I might know where I’ll be
In a year from that day!


~ Juni

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