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
To Be Alone and Useless
One of the biggest parts of my Path and practice has been that of a solitary. By that I don’t mean not being a member of a coven. I mean isolation and loneliness. Feeling cut off or different from everyone else. Not having someone with shared and similar experiences to talk to, let alone practice with.
I do have a few friends here in Ottawa (and other places) who have done some Hedgecrossing. But they have only begun to walk those roads, or have crossed only a handful of times. I have yet to meet another spirit worker, ancestor worshipper, Hedgewalker … like me. I know that they are out there. I see them on documentaries about shamans, I read their books, I read their blogs, and I listen to their podcasts. But face to face conversation, no.
Certainly I’ve met plenty of people who seem to think they know what they are doing. Or who do Hedgecrossing and spirit work. But their Path is still very different. No Tricksters, no dealing with the Dead. Their version of the Stag God is one of grapes and fun and sex. Not raw rutting danger, running blood and rotting flesh.… Continue reading
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.
*
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
The Hollow Bone is an Asshole
I honestly once had someone tell me quote “I don’t create drama, I serve.” in response to my calling her out for bully and drama creating behaviour.
As if being a servant of her god gives her the right to bully, troll, humiliate and create drama. Which god is going to exempt you from being a decent human being? Does she serve the god of assholes? I really doubt her god was commanding her to troll Facebook.
Just because you are god owned (or a hollow bone or a godslave or whatever you wish to call it) does not mean that everything you do is in their service. Nor does it mean you get a free pass on your words and behaviour.
I don’t justify myself by claiming god slave status.
If I mess up and be a bitch and get called on it, I own it, either by apologizing or being a bigger bitch, depending on the situation. But I don’t lay the blame at the feet of Cernunnos. He’d tear my friggin’ head off for that shit.
Of the gods that I have encountered personally, I cannot think of one who would tolerate their servant being an asshat… 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
Click on image for info
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
To Fly By Night
Hoofprints in the Wildwood
Recent Comments