My Back
I hurt my back on Friday night, falling on the ice. Wrenched it trying to save myself. I’ve spent all weekend in rather a lot of pain and have gotten next to nothing done. Last night I was tossing and turning, unable to sleep because of my back.
I finally drifted off to sleep and dreamed of a tree. In my hand was a set of instructions from the tree. I can read in my dreams (though it has taken years of practice, as a child I could not) but it can be difficult to focus. Yes, the ADHD girl even has a hard time focusing in her dreams. *sigh*
Painstakingly I followed the tree’s directions. Water on the this root, clear debris from there, push in that piece of bark, remove that dead stick. I got all the way through the list … and nothing happened. Except I woke up.
And my back wasn’t hurting anymore. Yay!
Also; weird.
Skinny Girl
I used to be skinny. Downright thin as a rail. NO, I wasn’t anorexic or bulimic, though I was constantly accused of such. Being thin just runs in my family. I had a women’s body and a teenage boy’s metabolism. It slowed down, thankfully in my midtwenties.
This is how Nature made me
But from my early teens to my mid-twenties (and sometimes still) I was bullied, abused and attacked for being thin. Surprised? I bet you are. Skinny women are perfect and everyone loves them, we are so attractive right? Well, that what everyone thought. Which is why they were cruel to me.
I’ve had girlfriends be so angry that I fit a size two dress that they stormed out of the store and refused to speak to me ever again.
I’ve had co-workers follow me to the bathroom to see if I purged my lunch,
I’ve had snide remarks and insults thrown my way for ordering a full meal in front of another woman picking at a salad.
I’ve been told that I am not a real women, because real women have curves.
I’ve had women ask me (in front of a whole party) if I had… Continue reading
Checklist
And so, it was the day before Solstice and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Except for the cat, he was crying to be let in before the ice rain hit. Time to check in, lovelies! Things that I have done for Yuletide thus far:
The obligatory staff Xmas party, which involved pizza and virtual golf.
I have watched the sunset every night for the last week or more (helps that I work outdoors in the evenings)
Attended a couple of holiday parties.
Drank beer and whiskey.
Made and drank mulled wine.
Went on a walk in the woods at night with my room mate.
Attended the Yule ritual for my ritual group/coven/hedge, which was awesome and cozy and full of wonderful stories.
Ate half a sugar cookie (I am cutting down on sugar, especially the refined kind)
Worked a little on the prayer shawl, I am out of wool.
Bought the ingredients for homemade Irish cream.
The ancestors got a cigarette at the start of the holidays.
Introducing new & replacement pieces to the casting collection.
Bought the ingredients for “fixings” or “trimmings” (gravy, stuffing, you know)
Bought or made gifts.
Found a really neat lantern… Continue reading
Defence Against the Dark Arts (When You are Locked Out of the Circle)
A young woman contacted me a while back asking for knowledge. Not some Craft secret or anything. What she wanted to know was why. WHY?
You see, she had spent the year or two (or more) being harassed by what we shall call a (demon) nasty asshole spirit. She hadn’t done anything in particular to attract such a beastie. She’s not sure when it found her, but she thinks it started with nightmares that kept her up at night and by the end of it, she was a mess. Depression, lack of sleep, couldn’t really eat. The joy of life being sucked out of her, strange obsessions and compulsions. The constant feeling of being watched.
It wasn’t a mental illness, it wasn’t a physical illness and she wasn’t playing games or looking for attention.
She searched high and low for help and found none. She lives in a large-ish city in the USA, a city with a thriving Pagan community. Yet, there was no help for her there. She went to bookshops and asked for help. She went to Meet & Greet Coffee Cauldron type events and found no help. She went to the local teaching coven… Continue reading
To Answer Some Questions
What are you up to?
Getting ready for Yuletide; I found tree ornaments that look like fly amanita mushrooms! Writing, working, unpacking, playing Skyrim.
Is the podcast going to keep going?
Yes. Bren put up an episode recently and we hope to get back into the swing of things with the new year.
I am interested in casting objects and divination as spirit communication. Can you recommend some books?
I recommend that you look for books on the divination and spirit communication systems that appeal to you.
My main sources of inspiration were the FUTHARK and the Ogham. There are people who cast personal sets. I come across them from time to time, usually online. Not always though. I lead a workshop on it for Fest one year and a lady showed up with her casting cloth based on Hoodoo concepts.
I’m really rusty in some areas, tarot seems so long ago. I moved on from tarot (because it just wasn’t a good fit) in my early twenties, so about 7 or 8 years ago? I am amazed at what I have forgotten. It’s weird. Or not, since I never really clicked with it. It’s… Continue reading
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