Random things that have been on my mind
I need to work with my casting collection more. I require clients. I have been considering offering to do a few castings at the Wild Geek Hang. I’ve never done long distance castings before, that should be interesting.
I have also been looking for an additional piece, something to represent kids, children, childhood, the inner child etc … maybe a brightly colored bead?
I am also interested in trying casting into a wooden bowl and reading from the top down. But since I have a new cloth I am still working with, this will have to wait.
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There are creeps and then there are creeps.
There are men who aren’t skilled socially, the kind of guys you have to draw firm and obvious boundaries with. Sometimes you gotta say “no” loud and clear. Usually they don’t mean harm, they are just either clueless or the kind of guys who push their luck.
I understand *intellectually* that many women find men who are “social retards” to be creepy. But honestly, I don’t get it. Is it that they can’t defend their own boundaries; can they not say “no”? Do they not know how to shield? Do they… Continue reading
Beltaine 2011
My ritual group is meeting for Beltaine on Wednesday but for the actual day of I was lucky enough to have the day off. Yay! So I slept in and took care of the pets, hopped in the shower and all that good stuff. Then I headed off to Lissa’s place, passing by garage sales on my way. I am proud to say I bought nothing at said garage sales. Lis and I picked up some subs (for picnic purposes) and headed off to the arboretum park here in Ottawa (arboretum park = tree park).
We wandered aimlessly around the park, reading the plaques that told us which tree was what, and trying our best to guess correctly what we were looking at.
The English oaks are always impressive, its easy to stand under one such and imagine why the Druids like to practice in groves of them.
I adore the kind of trees who droop and thus, once they are big enough, create a kind of shelter out of their own limbs. Especially the evergreens.
A wind storm had come through Ottawa a couple of days before and so there were branches laying about the park.… Continue reading
Walking
I was walking a street in suburbia this afternoon. The sun was at my back and the wind was cold. A few doors down and across the way a door opens. A man in a brown jacket steps onto the front porch and then turns back to speak to someone in the house.
Then it hits me. As if the wind did not break upon my body but rather ran through it. Half a moment of fuzzy confusion and then a familiar shift in consciousness. Suddenly the world is full of glare, lens flare, as if the sun had swung around and into my face.
The only thing in focus is the man in the brown jacket. His head still turned to face inside the home. He begins to speak, I can hear him clearly, despite the fact that he is not close and is turned away from me. His voice echos towards me as if amplified somehow. He says “Okay Juni, stay the course. Everything will work out in the end.”
I blinked. And still walking, turned my corner. The man closed the door and started down the drive.
Another shift. A deep breath. The wind ceases to flow… Continue reading
Parlez Vous Français? (Part One)
(I’ll stop posting about politics and social studies soon … for a while anyways. This blog reflects the things on my mind and I guess that is what is on my mind. Also, please don’t kill me.)
It’s a funny thing, being a country this big, the second largest in the world land-wise. Being this big means that sometimes the west coast doesn’t know what the east coast is up to and the south almost forgets there’s more to the north than ice, snow and oil.
There is a Canuck tradition to do the Great Canadian Road Trip at least once in your life, traveling from one end of this gigantic country to the other. A trip that can last two weeks or two months depending on how much of a hurry you are in and which route you take. Even still, there’s only so much culture you can soak up staying in Moose Jaw … or Medicine Hat, or Thunder Bay … for a day or two before moving on. It takes a while to get to know a place and its people.
It’s a big country, a young country, still being colonized you might say.… Continue reading
The Devotional
The book is out dears!
“Hoofprins in the Wildwood: A devotional for the Horned Lord”
You can buy it from Lulu
or
This is put out by an independent Pagan/Heathen publisher, so you’re not going to find it on amazon or at the big chain stores. You might be able to order it through your local Pagan bookstore.
I received a free PDF copy as a contributor and its pretty awesome.
Contents Include:
Cover Artwork Lord of Beasts: by Sarah Lawless
The Charge of the Hunter (Prose) by Daven
Gwynn Ap Nudd (Music) by Patrick Harvey
You Dance on the Cave Wall (Poetry) by Michaela Macha
Lughnassad (Poetry) by Peter J. Watts
Cernunnos (Artwork) by Peter J. Watts
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My God (Essay) by Juniper
Buckator (Poetry) By Alex Langstone
Greenman (Artwork) by Peter J. Watts
Cernunnos et Les Dioscures (Prose) by Rebecca Buchanan
Dancing the Hunt (Poetry) by Hernes Own
Herne Rosary (Artwork and prayer) by Alex Volundsdottir
Hail to the Horned One (Poetry) by Herne’s Own
Hymn to Cernunnos I (Prayer/poetry) by Rebecca Buchanan
Hymn to Cernunnos II (Prayer/poetry) by Rebecca Buchanan
Prayer to the Sacrificed King (Essay)… Continue reading
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