What a Flagger Does for a Living … and Dies For
I wrote this one years ago, but I still bring it out every spring when the roads open up and the construction season begins and since the Olympics are just around the corner in my hometown, and that means a lot of traffic and frustrated people. I thought I’d share it now.
My mother is a Traffic Control Person, also known as a flagger. You know, one of those people in the orange or yellow vest who stop you at construction sites.
Many people hate to see a flagger with a stop or slow sign in their hand step in front of their vehicle. After all, you don’t want to be 2 minutes late to get wherever you are going. Its such a pain in the butt to have to wait a few minutes, or to slow down when traveling through a construction zone. Many people tell my Mother that her job could be replaced by a bucket of sand, just stick the sign in that; who needs some person telling them how to drive?
The purpose of my Mothers job is very clear to her, even if you may not understand it. Her job is to protect the lives… Continue reading
Annoyed
I am growing tired of wishy-washy Pagan speak:
Well, that is your opinion, this is my opinion.
But opinions don’t really matter, because everyone is different.
Unless you place value on other people’s opinions, that is.
Neither of us is right and neither of us is wrong for anyone but ourselves.
I however do not judge, I simply perceive for my reality is perception.
So just do whatever feels right for you, but only if you want to.
Let each walk their own path.
You may choose to walk with them or not, as that is your own choice.
You choose how things make you feel
No one needs to claim responsibility for their own actions.
Unless they are choosing how to feel, of course.
URGH!
Do people really buy in to this stupid New Age clap trap?
Repost: Instinct vs Research
This one is on Witchvox this week and is host to a number of typos, I’m not sure how they got there. I must need a proof reader or something. So here is a cleaner version for y’all:
“This is what happens when you dabble! You can’t practice the Craft while you are looking down your nose at it.” ~ The Aunts from Practical Magic
So why do I have to do all this required reading and research? Isn’t that work? Its so time consuming and the books are hard to read! Why can’t we simply practice solely based upon our instincts and natural talents?
Instinct is only one part of the equation.
Imagine that your spiritual practice was a house. Now, try to build that without blueprints, without a plan, without the knowledge of how to properly the use a nail-gun and electric drill. You could probably build yourself and nice little shanty but it’s probably not going to keep you very warm come winter time. It is also certainly not the four bedroom post and beam home you had hoped for either.
It’s all about balance. It is alright if your spiritual path leans more on the instinctive… Continue reading
Don’t Think!
Balance.
Yes yes yes.
That checkbook, that bank account, that job you do, the errands you run. Keep pilling shit on the teeter totter and never stop to wonder … why is this shit on my teeter totter? Whats does it mean? How do I feel about it?
The things that need changing and fixing the most is our society and culture. This conformist, mindless, horrid world where the gross domestic product, and keeping up with the Jones’, is the most important and worthy goal.
Schools where we teach children not to think for themselves or nurture their talents and abilities but chain them to desks all day so that they can spend the rest of their lives in a cubicle.
Wearing the same clothing as everyone else, driving the same cars, living in identical pink stucco homes, going to the same churches, eating the same unhealthy genetically modified food from McDonalds.
Then giving birth to more children destined to lead the same meaningless lives.
People are asleep. People are sheep.
The world is changing before our eyes and we are too busy watching Oprah to see it.
Society crumbles around our ears as we go shopping for a new… Continue reading
Eating Your Totem
Okay. So my dear Bren may or may not have eaten his “Totem” for dinner last week. And I joked about it. A few people had panic attacks about this. So in my usual sweet but sarcastic way let me address this.
First of all, I am the kind of woman who has been known to start pillow fights in the middle of the afternoon in downtown Ottawa. I don’t take life all that seriously. I take my Witchcraft seriously, but not entirely seriously. If there was a rule that in order to be a Pagan and/or Witch you had to be serious all the time, about everything, and never crack a joke, I’d join the Discordians, or possibly the Pastafarians. I do love spaghetti.
So with that out of the way …
I just adore the endless debate over the proper definitions and uses of words. Especially words stolen from cultures we invaded then conquered and shoved onto reserves to eek out a life of poverty and hopelessness.
The whole Totem vs Familiar vs Power Animal vs Let’s Just Call Them Sprits debate is a personal favourite of mine.
Folks often use Totem for just about anything. From my… Continue reading
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