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Put Down that Book
Put away the how-to books for a little while. What further instruction do you need?
Read no more poetry, no eddas, and no hymns. Just throw back your head and pour out your heart.
Read no folklore, no more myths, and no sagas. Put pen to paper and compose your own.
Sing no songs or chants you already know. Sing no verses you have not made up on the spot.
Just for a little while.
Do not dance to the usual beat, pretend that you forgot the spiral dance. No more dance moves taught in a workshop or book. Dance with the wind, dance to the dripping of rain from leaves.
Do not rely on the magickal correspondences of herbs as written by another. Spend some time, and ask the plants yourself.
Forgo the script and the ritual outline. Pick up a stick, take a deep breath and just go. Shouldn’t you know what to do by now?
Forget the fancy prose and weird terminology and practised speech. Pull up a chair, pour a drink and chat with your spirits and gods like old friends for a change.
Just for a little while.
Give in and give up. Shout… Continue reading →
We
Fear not
For we out number them
We who grew up in a world of women soldiers and gay pride parades
We who received our sex education from Dan Savage
We who were raised by single mothers who went to work in steel toed boots
We who Occupy
We who don’t mind skirts on men and hard hats on women
We who are Anonymous
We who can network in milliseconds
We who own the Internets
We who march and demand reproductive rights
We who choose to be stay at home Dads
We who watched 911 and asked “what can we do to make them hate us less?”
We who are gender fluid
We who know there are more than two genders
We who think not in black and white
We who see the shades of grey and delight in them
We who struggle to create marriages built on equality
We who are of mixed race
We who hold tolerance and acceptance as sacred
We are the generation that made Paganism the fastest growing
We are the ones who glutted the numbers and swelled the ranks
We are coming of age
We are having babies
We are raising them with our… Continue reading →
Cover
The empty hand of innocence
Transfusing street of the sorrows
And children of the wood
Hounded, shredding off veils
Unwinding all the sheets of the dead world droning
Overturning tables
Laden with silver sacrificial birds
Beating goatskin drums
Advancing With hands outstretched
And we keep filling them with mercury
Nitrate, asbestos
Baby bombs blasting blue
Scavengers picking through the ashes
Children of the mills
Children of the junkyards
Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats
Haunted, paint-sniffing
Stoned out of their shaved heads
Forgotten, foraging
Mystical children
Foul-mouthed
Glassy-eyed
Hallucinating
A Breath
It rattles through the trees
And whispers with silver and platinum leaves
It turns them scarlet, copper, bronze
Against a backdrop of blue and golden light
The wind, the wind
The air I breathe
I dance with it
The autumn breeze
Requested RePost: How to Not Fit In
Wear socks that don’t match
Especially on Tuesday and Friday
And always with shorts
Wear a wrinkled pink blouse
With a bright red skirt
Red and pink are in the same family
Aren’t they?
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Don’t get subtle hints
Be confused by mixed messages
And laugh at inappropriate jokes
Always say what you mean
And mean what you say
Because no one else does it that way
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Take everyone at face value
Be open and honest
In everything you do
Having no hidden meaning behind your words
No hidden agenda behind your actions
Is sure to frighten and confuse
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Be loud and boisterous in public
Quiet and reserved at home
Have moods that are affected by the weather
Remember to be daring and bold
Always act as if you’ll never grow old
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Wave with both hands
Bounce into rooms
Offer everyone a hug
And feel bad when they refuse
Dance when you are happy
And wilt when you are sad
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When there is a job to do
Be the first to volunteer
Once people start to gossip
That you’re trying to take charge
Don’t volunteer the next time
And they will complain about that too
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