A Few Good Reads
Earth’s Children series by Jean M. Auel
Bambi: A Life in the Forest by Felix Salten (not a children’s book)
The Black Jewels series by Anne Bishop
Anything by Marion Zimmer Bradley & Diana Paxton
Greenmantle & Into the Green by Charles de Lint
The Sea Priestess by Dion Fortune
Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman
Sing the Four Quarters by Tanya Huff
The Fifth Sacred Thing by Starhawk
The Emberverse series by S.M. Stirling
Anything by Mary Stewart & Jack Whyte & Morgan Llywelyn
Boudicca: The Warrior Queen by M. J Trow
Boudica series by Manda Scott
The Eagle and the Raven by Pauline Gedge and Donna Gillespie
Misted Cliffs series by Catherine Asaro
A Random Rebuttal
The laypagans have been getting on my nerves lately. That’s my problem, not theirs, I’m big enough to admit it.
I believe that people need to shake free of this McWicca mentality and stop looking for easy way to anything.
However … we can’t fault laypagans for being laypagans.
Not all of us are called to a deeper path, not all of us are smart, or educated, or disciplined.
Some of us may have learning disabilities or have other things going on in our lives that take away from our ability to practice and study at someone else’s standards. If a fellow witch seems to be lazy to me, while I may rail against lazy pagans in general, I will not rail at HER. For all I know she has a hubby with pancreatic cancer at home and doesn’t have the time to read like I do.
Not all of us are called to be mystics, priestesses, shamans and so forth … some of us are just pagan. Most villagers or farmers in the Old Days did little more than attend the major festivals, bringing an offering along and eating the feast with everyone else, maybe tossing a old… Continue reading
September’s Hearth
Fireplace Day, the first day the fireplace or woodstove (etc) is lit up for the cold season. A page torn out of the book of my history; Chapter One: Early Childhood Memories.
The first fireplace I recall was a great big thing of white brick and a dark granite hearthstone that stuck far out beyond the reach of the fire itself. As a young child I could lay upon the hearthstone in front of the metal screen that kept the fire contained. Dad was responsible for that fireplace; I would sit on the carpet and watch him build up the fire, my knees tucked into my sweater, stretching it out of shape.
The second one came after the divorce. We moved into a tiny little yellow farmhouse not far from the old house. This place was heated by a small orange woodstove. Mom lacked my father’s skill at fire building, and it would often go out at night. Many mornings my brother and I wrapped ourselves in our quilts and walked down the long, cold hallway to Mom’s room to beg her to get up and light the fire because “We’re freezing!”
Fireplace Day usually comes between back-to-school and the… Continue reading
Same Old
It’s the same old, same old.
I’m sick to death of it!
I have spent the last 15 years inundated with Paganism 101.
The next time I have to do the “Be a Tree” meditation I’ll scream.
I’m going to pull my hair out the next time I have to eat a salad mindfully to connect with Earth.
I am so sick to death of “All Hail Great All/Goddess/God/Spirit/Nothing” pick something already!
If I have to sing yet again the same stupid Wiccan chant I’ll puke.
I spent hundreds of dollars on the OBOD Bardic Grade course to spend the next year studying the Classical Elements? I don’t fucking think so.
What the hell do they think I’ve been doing for the last decade?!
“May you never thirst” makes me want to kick someone.
Would it kill you to serve something other than store bought shortbread cookies for ritual meals and offering once in a while?
I can’t take it anymore!
What the hell is wrong with you people?
Come up with something new!
This isn’t CHURCH
GAHHHH!!!
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