Annoyed
Don’t smack-talk me about Darkness and Death, kid. I’ve killed, slaughtered, skinned and field dressed animals. And ate them. I’ve walked into disease ridden kennels where puppies lay dying on the floor shitting their guts out.
So you have a skull on your altar and the background for your blog is black. You say met a demon once, eh … am I supposed to be impressed?
I’ve disembowelled things. I’ve buried stillborn animals.
Oh? Did you think being a farmer and working in animal husbandry/rescue is all about goodness and light, petting fluffy critters and tending pretty green things?
People wonder why I don’t glorify Darkness and Death like so many “REAL hardcore” Witches.
They can fuck off.
Sweet beast, I have gone prowling,
a proud rejected man
who lived along the edges
catch as catch can;
in darkness and in hedges
I sang my sour tone
and all my love was howling
conspicuously alone.~ William DeWitt Snodgrass
(American Poet and Writer, b.1926)
Project Check In
I figure its time to check in on my progress with various projects that I have been working on.
My shawl is nearing completion. I have crocheted enough rounds to form the shawl itself and now just need enough for the deep hood I want on it. Then I have to put them all together. It is a riotous mix of spring and autumn colours, which I plan to bring together with shades of brown. My friend Lis suggests this might make it look like a meadow. I’ve already posted about the shawl once before and will again as it gets closer to being finished.
The great big afghan I have been crocheting for the last year is up to some 115 rounds (give or take), I need about 150 before I can start piecing it together.
My learning to play the tambourine continues. Read about my choice of instrument here and see pictures of her here.I know how to hold it in a couple of different positions and the different ways to strike it. Now it’s all about practicing to gain skill and develop rhythm. Tap tap tap tap tap … ONE two three four One two three… Continue reading
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Blarney Scrabble Monster Cat
A Walk
From my Journal
January 2009. Misty Acres, near Greenwood, British Columbia:
My little plastic children’s sled, which is the colour of a perfect summer sky, slices into the snow with a slippery, rustling, skittering sound that repeats with each foot step. Sssshhhhhhhkthh … Sssshhhhhhhkthh
I lean forward into my momentum, gripping the black cord around my waist for added strength and stability. My black boots slip into the layer of fresh powder snow to shin deep before finding the hard packed stuff beneath.
My breath puffs out before me, like a steam engine. Falling snow finds its way into my eyes every time I glance up, leaving me half blind. I do not need to see. My feet know their way along this narrow path from my mother’s home to mine.
Along the long driveway past the horse pasture, then a sharp turn off the ploughed area and onto my little trail in the winter landscape. Then I scramble my way up the first bend on the steep incline of the mountain. I am bathed in moonlight; on my left side is the slope of an alpine meadow, to my right the forest pushes in close to my trail.
Upon… Continue reading
Now You Do It! *poke*
The Witchy/Pagan meme that newbies probably wouldn’t be able to do! *evil laugh here*
Please describe briefly your Path:
Hedgewitch. Shamanic, Nature and animal oriented, some Hearth Craft as well. My practice has a weird flow to it, a push and pull; I focus more on different things at different times. Celtic, some interest in Anglo-Saxon as well.
Please describe briefly how you practice it:
Lots of little things, such as simple around-the-house-magick, a fair amount of spirit work. Ancestors worship, working with the Land, devotional work with my god. Seasonal rites (now often with my ritual group). Working with animals in one form or another. Meditation, trance and shamanic work, mostly for my own self though as I don’t feel quite advanced enough to offer my services to others. Divination. Observation. Making incense and such. Always learning.
When did you first commit to your Path?
In my mid teens and again in my early twenties.
How is your practice different now than it was then?
So many ways! I started as a silly young solitary Wiccan. My practice is much more slow and careful in some cases and much more bold and brazen in others. I know enough to… Continue reading
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