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Wordless Wednesday: Catching Up
Breaking the rules with words: I have been a busy little bee these last couple of weeks. Many things to do, podcast, work, finishing my stang, a lot of writing and such. Also I gave the main website a make over. Most importantly (at least to you guys) I have created a new section on the main website for the Collection Casting (divination with bits and pieces) and am starting to transfer info over there, as well as working on making new articles and making the workshop I taught at KG make sense for online purposes. Keep checking the “newest articles” box on the main page!
Home Now
Well we are back from Fest and somewhat recovered. I will get my workshop on Building Your Own Personal Divination System up in the next day or so, as well as the additional info I promised.
We recorded about 3 hours worth of stuff for the podcast so we hope to start editing that soon.
I will also start catching up on blog posting and the Wild geek Hang (the forum) and get the calendar creation into action as well.
Cheers!
Gone Festing
I will be away for about a week as Bren and I are off to Kaleidoscope Gathering. Bren has a couple of workshops, a ritual drama to run and a concert and i am also involved in a couple of workshops. Plus there’s volunteering and vending to be done!
Crash the dog will be coming with us as part of a pilot project for allowing dogs at the fest. So please folks, don’t pet the dogs without permission and keep your puppies on leash
We will be bringing our recording device for the podcast with us and hope to get lots of content for the podcast.
I won’t be around to post on the forum but moderators will be lurking. People are always so well behaved at the Wild Geek Hang anyways!
In the mean time, here are some articles, essays, blog posts and even videos worth checking out:
Channeling Deity vs. Regressive Trance
Archaeologists have discovered a second henge at Stonehenge
Land Spirits, Ancestors and Gods, Oh My!
Practice Practice Practice Daily or Regularly
When The Drummers Were Women
Sacred Weeds
Care for the caregivers
The Private Life of Plants
Zen: The Best of Alan Watts
Pagan Roots in the West
Three Witches
They meet at the appointed place and time
And greet each other warmly with a smile
Up the hill and into the woods they climb
Down winding trails they walk in single file
*
Passing under maple trees, oaks and birches
Entering a hawthorn grove they slowed
Where three paths meet stood three witches
And prepared for a ritual at the crossroad
*
With candles carefully lit they begin the rite
Tentatively they start to drum and chant
Voices raised in celebration well into the night
With gratitude for gifts the gods do grant
*
Then the lights go out and into darkness they gaze
Quietly they call to the spirits and then they lay
The forest turns into a dark and ghostly haze
Witches whisper with delight and watch the fae
*
Prayers are said and magick spoken
But soon its time to pack up and head home
Offerings given as some small token
Three witches always sisters wherever they roam
The Struggle
How can finding the right thing to say
Be so simple?
Words drip from their lips
Like flawless pearls
My mouth is full of marbles
The right thing to do
Seems as bright and clear as day
As they move gracefully
And with an inborn ease
While I stammer and stumble with each step
The right thing to wear and the perfect hair
Adorn their elegant bodies
Complimenting style and finesse
Eyebrows delicately raised in response
To my failed attempts at dignity
Did they have mothers
Who were just as refined?
Who taught them manners and propriety
Until it became as natural as breathing?
I cannot help but wonder
If only I had a mother capable of tact
Would I socialize with such
Utter nimbleness?
Intelligent conversation
Sails past my ears
Their words never take a wrong turn
As I struggle not to misspeak
To not interrupt or repeat
Mindless pleasantries surround me
I struggle to maintain a smile
Grateful that they deign
To tolerate my ineptness
At least for a little while
Then I take that inevitable misstep
Exposing my clumsiness
I cringe and shudder
As they cluck their tongues
Gossip behind my broken back
Speak over my bowed head
And assume only the worst intent
Silent tears slip unempathized
Down my burning cheeks
As I silently wish I had just half
Of their shine and polish
Excuse me please
Which way to the can?
I think I am about to have an anxiety attack

