Birthday Ritual
Haven’t decided yet if I want to write about it, or record my musings and put it on the podcast yet. Any preferences or questions? I never know what people might want to know! Anyways, here’s some pics … click on image for full size
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- Getting set up
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- Ready to get started
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- What the Dude With the Antlers had to say
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- Aftermath
A Few Things That Work (and other things)
Keeping my altar/shrine combo right in the freaking middle of the apartment. It is right in the entranceway, in fact. For no other reason there’s not really any where else to put it. It does however, keep the offerings and attention flowing. Out of sight, out of mind. In sight, on my mind … right?
I’m thinking of moving it into the sunroom in the warm part of the year. Then I can make a fuss about moving it “indoors” for winter each year etc. Who says you can’t have processionals in apartments?
Shelac. Sometimes, you just gotta use it.
My simple knife. It is by far the best tool I own for creation of sacred space and parting the Hedge. It is nothing more than a basic utility knife, handmade, with a wooden handle. The kind that you find at estate sales and flea markets. Something knife makers create for themselves, nothing fancy, just works. It fits in my hand, it’s just the right length. It’s old and worn.
I don’t even know what kind of wood the handle is made of. It’s old and beat up. I got it originally for whittling my stang. It’s now… Continue reading
Last Night, I Dreamed
Of visiting a friend and her many children and being shown her new born baby girl. (She does not have kids as of yet)
Of being at work and going to do a sale at a house. I knock on the door and a giant animal answers the door. A skunk, or a badger, or some such .. I am not sure which species, but something furry and black and white. He invites me in for tea and I try to sell him free-range beef. He strokes my hair like a creepy old man and I find myself feeling uncomfortable. Then he hands me a bouquet of scotch thistle with a large bee buzzing on it (my mother’s side are Fergusons, guess what’s on our clan badge)
Climbing and camping in very, very tall and massive conifers. A favourite recurring dream of mine.
More substantial posts to come guys.
Unfamiliar Territory
I find myself standing in unfamiliar territory. I have never seen a city on this Side before. Wait … maybe I didn’t go down and am still in Midgard? I feel embarrassed. How did I manage that? I am standing on a sidewalk in what looks like a major eastern city, New York, Toronto, Detroit, Chicago, something like that. I wonder if I ought to just turn back, find my way home.
I wonder if this is just a dream? But it can’t be, it feels like much more. I must have slipped out of my body again, dammit. I am embarrassed again; I really should have better control.
A man walks past me, accompanied by a woman. I overhear their conversation. His wife tries to do too much; the family business is failing as a result. Somehow I know the woman is his sister-in-law, she agrees with him. They worry about money and seem to be very stressed out. I follow them, curious. We enter some kind of diner or small restaurant. It is bustling.
Then I am in the backroom of the diner watching the family argue. The man and his sister-in-law are arguing with… Continue reading
To Fly By Night
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