Heart on Sleeve
I wear my heart on my sleeve. It just so happens that my heart belongs to my Craft, my gods and my spirits.
Oh dear.
Shall I back up a bit?
I was chatting with a fellow Witch about a common problem that faces those of who delve into the … more intense … parts of Witchcraft and Paganism.
You meet someone, or (better yet) have a friend, who is interested in your Craft. They want to be introduced to Witchcraft, or your style of it. They probably aren’t total newbies; they might be practising Pagans or follow a more straight and narrow form of Witch-y goodness. But they have an interest in the crooked path, Hedgewitchery, spirit work or some such. I don’t necessarily mean something like an apprentice; this also applies to simply sharing with a friend.
So you open up a bit and let them in.
If you’re used to being kinda alone, like most of us (hmmm wonder what’s behind all the blogging?) then you might make the mistake of going too fast. You get all excited that you have someone to share with and open up the flood… Continue reading
The Dawn Chorus
We slip into the night, my dog and I.
The city is quiet, the neighbourhood is sleeping. Gone are the city sounds of traffic and blaring TVs. I can hear the crickets chirp and the wind in the trees. I can hear the river as it passes over scoured stone.
The street is lit by street lights, garden lights and the waning moonlight. I can see the stars tonight.
Our street is cooled by the night breeze and a rain storm that passed by hours before.
Surrounded by people, we are alone.
Crash takes off for her favourite corner, where the big rose bush blooms and the weedy mustard whispers of wilder places. I gently stroke the pink roses and a few petals are given up to me. I murmur my thanks. Crash gives her water to the shrubbery and weeds.
We turn and head for the river. As we get closer, the old dog’s ears prick. She wiggles with excitement. She loves the river. She races ahead, through the green park, under maple trees and to the promenade. The poor old thing is too short to see over the concrete banister that blocks her… Continue reading
Flavour of the Month: Secrets!
One of the big topics going around Witch-y blogs this month is secrecy and how much you share.
I come across as much more Pagan-ish on my blog … because a lot of the Witch-y stuff just doesn’t get mentioned **at all** As if it does not exist. Which is tough when I’m accused of not being a Witch, because of the Pagan stuff being the most prominent. It’s easy to take the bait and get upset by that. But if certain spirits and certain practices can’t be talked about on a blog, well then that’s the price I pay!
I have a hard time with keeping quiet and keeping secrets. I’ve had a good talking to from my Hedge gals (and certain spirits and such) over that. I have no guile. It doesn’t come naturally.
I WANT to share, for a lot of reasons. One main reason is because I am BAD at not sharing. Damn my glass face, open personality and tendency to trust everyone. Another reason is loneliness and feeling isolated. Another reason is the need to serve and be useful and helpful.
Another reason (one of the main reasons why I started this blog in the… Continue reading
Should Not Have Done That
Okay so, last week, I broke down and installed the plug-in for wordpress that tells you how many people read your blog, how many hits a blog post gets each day, what search words make people find you and so forth.
This was a mistake.
I am now having a fucking anxiety attack. HUNDREDS of people read my blog everyday!!!! Can’t breathe! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I am seriously considering un-installing the bloody thing. Cause I totally should not have done that. It was stupid. Now I’m scared and paranoid. And I don’t understand. WHY ME? I’m NOT special!! GAH!
Okay. Okay. I can totally do this. It’s going to be alright.
*whimpers*
Soooo … uh, yeah. Heh. Hi there … everyone. How are you?
*scuffles feet*
Uhhh… yeah. *cough*
Now I’m afraid to write stuff.
*hides*
Worlds in my World
As in fictional universes … These are the ones that I have lived in or am currently living in. How do I know if you are a nerd? If you got the whole “worlds I live in” thing or not.
Star Trek (duh!) I swear that growing up, Spock, Kirk and Bones were like my uncles. The TNG crew as well, of course.
Star Wars. Damn you, young and sexy Harrison Ford!
The Dragonriders of Pern by Anne McCaffery. The first set of books on the list … many, many, many books. This series is massive and long lived. Not only have I lived in the books but also in the online role-playing community and fan fiction. If you ever want to see me in full on nerd form, just start talking Pern. There was a time when I could rattle off the math for how many Queens must lay how many eggs each turn for a Weyr to keep at full fighting strength during a Pass … of course that depends on which Weyr because some have more weyrs than others. Oh yeah.
“Lessa woke, cold. Cold with more than the chill of the everlasting clammy… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
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