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Yes, I Want to Bring My Dog

I have an elderly dog that I cannot leave behind for hours on end, she cannot be kennelled now in her old age, but she is very experienced in ritual and with Pagan groups and events. If I want to attend Pagan events, even outdoor events, I cannot bring her, I cannot even tie her up outside the ritual area. I even have a folding pen, a portable fence where you can set up a min-yard for one or more dogs as a play area out of the way, nope sorry, thats not even good enough most of the time. (see pic at the bottom of this post)

When I ask people get offended as if I just asked something horrible, how dare I want to bring my dog? I think it wouldn’t bother me so much if people didn’t get so uppity and nasty about a simple question. A polite “Sorry, no” will do, I do not need a lecture from someone with their nose in the air.

My dog is better behaved in ritual than most people’s crying, whining, spoiled children, and has attended more rituals than most adult pagans. The few times where I have been able… Continue reading

Fragment

I don’t really have a Book of Shadows, rather I have several notebooks scattered around with bits of this and that. Terribly disorganized I know, but better suited to my personality. Maybe someday, when I am in my grey hairs, I will combine the best pieces. Do something pretty and scrapbook-ish perhaps. For now I will carry on with my many notebooks. Every now and then I find one I thought was lost and flip through it, delighted by the bits and pieces I find. Here is a fragment of a poem I started over a year ago and never finished:

I stand upon the mountainside

I raise my hands up to the sky

My feet touch the land

My eyes caress the valley below

I taste the wind and the rain

Drink, drink, drink

Drink it all in

Soak it up witch

Here I stand

I am alive

I rise with the Sun

It breaks through the clouds

I blow kisses at the rainbow it brings

I am soaked

I am alive

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Diaspora

Although my feet
Have never walked
Upon ancestral lands

And I’ve never heard
The winds sing a song
Across the Motherland

Though I have never
Laid my own hands
Upon a standing stone

I will sing the old song
I will honour the old gods
I will learn the old ways
And make them new again

For a man or woman
Who is without roots
Finds it all too easy
To cut down another’s tree

And so I will connect
With this New World
I will love, I will learn
This, my dear land

New ways for me to make
Like forefathers of old
New paths for me to blaze
New stories to be told

I will sing the old songs
I will honour the old gods
I will learn the old ways
And make them new again

Three Magical (and mundane) Things That Happened Yesterday

I headed out job hunting in the downtown core yesterday, wearing my best clothes and the boots-that-look-good-but-hurt. The stress of looking for work combined with navigating a new city on my own and a minor bladder infection was weighing heavily on my mind as I left the printing store and headed down Sparks street.

As I walked in to the cold December wind and plodded along in my boots, heavy bag over my shoulder, I began to think to myself that I should have done more to rack up “good karma” over the last week before going job hunting. Just as I finished this thought a homeless man approached me.

He was in his 50s or 60s, with scraggly grey hair and a scruffy beard. He walked with a slight limp and sported a nasty looking black eye that had swollen shut. Speaking with a thick Northern European accent (German or perhaps Norwegian) he humbly asked me for “One dollar or even fifty cents”.

I follow a mostly Celtic path, but certain Norse gods have popped up in my life a few times before. Including Odin, I have also met a couple of folks who swear they have encountered Old… Continue reading

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