Monthly Archives: November 2009

We Couldn’t Save Baloo Today

We couldn’t save Baloo today

No matter how hard we tired

In the world of dog rescue

Sometimes, it just happens that way

Baloo the big fluffy white dog

Was condemned to death

For biting a cop

Who climbed in through a window

His old lady, Baloo had to defend

Both the cop and the dog

Were just doing their job

Baloo was saved by a rescue

And was sent to a foster Mom

But the foster Mom had issues

A big fluffy white dog

For her, was just too much

A nervous dog sent

To a nervous vet

By a nervous foster Mom

To the program she wouldn’t commit

And so again, Baloo bit

Now dear reader, understand please

There no such thing as a bad dog

We made this breed, this species

We created the dog

We are their gods

And when we treat them horribly

Neglect and abuse and don’t socialize too

That is how a dog gets ruined

Now Baloo is doing time

For humanities’ crime

And there’s nothing we can do

We thought hard and long

We worried and discussed

Tears were cried as we bowed our heads

But there was nothing to be done… Continue reading

A Question for the Women

Where exactly do other women learn about things such as decorative pillow shams, vs useable pillow cases?

Or the difference between dishes that are just pretty and are not placed in a dishwasher or microwaves vs practical dishes?

Where do women learn about clothes that match and how to judge other women for having socks that don’t match?

Is there a class my mother failed to take me to where we are supposed to learn how to tell if something is an antique or if it will clash with the drapes?

I am tired of feeling like a failure as a woman (and often being treated as such) because these things go right over my head. Is there a crash course I can take to catch up?

Some kind of tomboy recovery center where I can learn all about carpets and stain removal …

I read blogs like Mrs. B’s and feel like a big fat loser. Am I alone in this?

Am I the only woman who practcies domestic magick fixing the toilet or replacing the radiator hose in the car and not making perfect little curtains for the kitchen?

Instinct vs Research

“This is what happens when you dabble! You can’t practice the Craft while you are looking down your nose at it.” ~ The Aunts from Practical Magic

So why do I have to do all this required reading and research? Isn’t that work? Its so time consuming and the books are hard to read! Why can’t we simply practice solely based upon our instincts and natural talents?

Instinct is only one part of the equation.

Imagine that your spiritual practice was a house. Now, try to build that without blueprints, without a plan, without the knowledge of how to properly the use a nail-gun and electric drill. You could probably build yourself and nice little shanty but it’s probably not going to keep you very warm come winter time. It is also certainly not the four bedroom post and beam home you had hoped for either.

It’s all about balance. It is alright if your spiritual path leans more on the instinctive side than the research side, or vice versa. After all you should build a house you’d actually want to live in. However leaving out one or the other entirely is just plain irresponsible.

An adult doesn’t go into… Continue reading

I’m No Heroine

by Ani Difranco

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You think I wouldn’t have him

Unless I could have him by the balls

You think I just dish it out

You don’t think I take it at all

You think I am stronger

You think I walk taller than the rest

You think I’m usually wearing the pants

Just ’cause I rarely wear a dress

Well…

When you look at me

You see my purpose,

See my pride

You think I just saddle up my anger

And ride, ride , ride

You think I stand so firm

You think I sit so high on my trusty steed

Let me tell you

I’m usually face down on the ground

Whenever there’s a stampede

I’m no heroine

At least, not last time I checked

I’m too easy to roll over

I’m too easy to wreck

I just write about

What I should have done

I just sing

What I wish I could say

And hope somewhere

Some woman hears my music

And it helps her through her day

‘Cause some guy designed

These shoes I use to walk around

Some big man’s business turns a profit

Every time I lay my money down

Some guy designed the… Continue reading

A few (more) random things about me:

I am working on a blog post about our trip across Canada but am dealing with a good strong case of procrastination, the need to do more important things (like finding a job) and dealing with a time zone change.

I’m thinking you can enter your Mother-phase of life before actually being a wife or mother. On account of this damned nesting instinct causing me real existential crisis.

I wish there had been Montessori type schools when I was a kid.

I have a new computer and I have to teach it Pagan words like Samhain and Hedgewitch … blah!

I have a new computer! It is faster, stronger, better.

The reason we have the style or theme for the Hedge with the hill and the water is because I can’t find one that’s better. Someday I will find one I like more and put up a banner that has a hedgerow on it. Which would probably make more sense.

The main website may not have a hedgerow on it, but there are thresholds on it. Can you count them?

I like being the underdog and I like championing them too. I don’t want to be popular or well respected.… Continue reading

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