Monthly Archives: August 2009

The Real Witch Achievement Award

I was inspired by the award I received; Also I have been thinking about the fact that more and more people are calling for the Pagan Community to do better to recognize those hardworking members that make modern Paganism and Witchcraft go ‘round.

I decided to make an award and pass it on so that it folks will pay it forward.

Yes it works a little like a chain letter, but the dammed things are effective, especially online.

This award can go to any website, group, blog, individual, podcast, organization, magazine or newsletter, forum, networking site and so forth that you feel has done a good service to the community or added something important, special, unique etc to the Community.

This is meant to be a show of respect and/or appreciation, but it can still be delivered with some affectionate humour and so forth

(And yes I am capitalizing “Pagan Community” now! Look up the definition of community; we all don’t have to be the same to be a freakshow family people)

To get the ball rolling I will choose a grand total of four awards to hand out, though people are encouraged to award three.

Ladies, gents and everyone… Continue reading

Death Came by Last Night

Death came by last night

The pup wasn’t thriving, he was barley eating

Puggy Sue kept pushing him away from her other babes

She looked at me with sad, calm eyes

We did the best we could, we tried everything

But the wee pup wasn’t thriving, he wasn’t growing

Finally, I went to bed

I woke in the dead of the night and went to Puggy Sue

The pup wasn’t thriving; he was barley alive

Puggy Sue had pushed him a way and buried him in a blanket

I wrapped him more gently and tucked him in the corner of the pen

Puggy Sue looked at me with sad, calm eyes

I went back to bed

I did not light a candle

I left the whiskey in the bottle on the counter

I did not fill the bowl

I did not leave an offering for Death

For gratitude for mercy, to appease, to beg to leave

I went to bed

I did not bribe the ferryman

I was so very tired; it was so very late at night

I woke with the sun and buried the babe

Then went to the kitchen for a cup of tea

My mother had… Continue reading

The Domestic Witch Blog Award

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I received this award from the Hedgewitch Hollow, a blog I enjoy myself very much.

How wonderful, thank you!

With this award, I am to:

Include the award in my blog post.
~ Link the nominees within my post.
~ Don’t forget to mention the person who gave you the award.
~ Let my chosen winners know that they received The Domestic Witch Blog Award by commenting on their blog.

This is a terrific idea and I am happy to award the following blogs:

The Witch of the Forest Grove blog.
“I’m a folk magic practitioner with a focus in Scottish witchcraft and folk magic. As I live in the new world I also incorporate American folk magic traditions into my practice, those of conjure, rootwork, hoodoo, and shamanism. I have a strong love for folklore, history, and anthropology. I am a librarian, a writer, a gardener, a mead maker, a charm maker, a healer, a diviner, a wife, and the owner of three mischievous black cats. I live in Forest Grove, in the rainforest that is South Western British Columbia.”

&

The Crafty Witch Blog
“Not Witch … Not Wicca … Not anything … Just go with the… Continue reading

Update on Maia’s Babes

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The Last Litter

The Last Litter

This is the last litter you will ever have
The last labour you will have to face
The last dead pup you will try to save
If I could, I’d take your pain

One more time dear
Take a breath that’s deep
One last litter of puppies
For your god and master – man

Never again will you be cold
Or left at night all alone
Never will you be dirty and matted
Or allowed to be emaciated

One more litter
One last time
Brave little Momma
With deep brown eyes

When your babies are old enough
They will go to loving homes
They will sleep in children’s beds
And never know the pain you had

When this last litter has grown and gone
We will find you a loving home
A sweet old man who needs a friend
Or a sad widow who will return your love

No more hunger
No more fear
This to you
I do so swear

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