Walking the Hedge » Bardic Circle

Cover

Juniper — Sat, 10 Dec 2011 06:14:37 +0000

The empty hand of innocence
Transfusing street of the sorrows
And children of the wood
Hounded, shredding off veils
Unwinding all the sheets of the dead world droning
Overturning tables
Laden with silver sacrificial birds
Beating goatskin drums
Advancing With hands outstretched
And we keep filling them with mercury
Nitrate, asbestos
Baby bombs blasting blue
Scavengers picking through the ashes
Children of the mills
Children of the junkyards
Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats
Haunted, paint-sniffing
Stoned out of their shaved heads
Forgotten, foraging
Mystical children
Foul-mouthed
Glassy-eyed
Hallucinating

Requested RePost: How to Not Fit In

Juniper — Sat, 05 Nov 2011 18:10:28 +0000

Wear socks that don’t match

Especially on Tuesday and Friday

And always with shorts

Wear a wrinkled pink blouse

With a bright red skirt

Red and pink are in the same family

Aren’t they?

Don’t get subtle hints

Be confused by mixed messages

And laugh at inappropriate jokes

Always say what you mean

And mean what you say

Because no one else does it that way

Take everyone at face value

Be open and honest

In everything you do

Having no hidden meaning behind your words

No hidden agenda behind your actions

Is sure to frighten and confuse

Be loud and boisterous in public

Quiet and reserved at home

Have moods that are affected by the weather

Remember to be daring and bold

Always act as if you’ll never grow old

Wave with both hands

Bounce into rooms

Offer everyone a hug

And feel bad when they refuse

Dance when you are happy

And wilt when you are sad

When there is a job to do

Be the first to volunteer

Once people start to gossip

That you’re trying to take charge

Don’t volunteer the next time

And they will complain about that too

Be friendly to everyone

Regardless of this or that

Refuse to take sides in disputes

At least, most of the time

See both sides of a debate

Try to get other people to do that too

It helps if you’re cute

Be more comfortable around pets than kids

Wear pyjamas all day

Don’t go to bed until 2

Read lots of books

Watch too much Star Trek

Be sure to listen to Punk Rock too

Walk widdershins in a Wiccan Circle

Forget which way is East

Write whole Invocations

And don’t remember a word of them

When asked to bring a broom

Show up with a robotic vacuum

Speak your mind all the time

And as for peer pressure

Never give in

No matter they may say

Or how they treat you

Always love yourself first

And promise you’ll never change you!

Othello

Juniper — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 03:30:18 +0000

“Oh God! That men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! That we should, with joy, pleasance, revel, and applause transform ourselves into beasts!”

~ act two, scene three

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Debate in my Sleep

Juniper — Sun, 24 Jul 2011 19:03:53 +0000

Last night I woke myself up shouting: “You only think the gods are archetypes because you haven’t MET them yet!” I do not recall the dream, I wonder who I was arguing with? Related posts: Conversation with Myself Grudges Related posts:

Praising of the Great Earth

Juniper — Wed, 20 Jul 2011 18:30:12 +0000

In a group, you can have the last line repeated by everyone in unison. This was written assuming it would be recited in Ottawa (Canada), you might have to change a line or two in order to suit where you live.

I sing of the foundations of the Earth,

Mother of all, eldest of all beings

She who sustains all the creatures in the world

All things in the sea, all things that fly

Or live upon the ground divine

All that lives, moves and breathes

Are nourished by Her

Hail the Earth, our Mother!

Oh great queen!

We are blessed in our children

And in our harvests

We honour the Earth

Who both gives life

And takes it away

Hail the Earth, our Mother!

With your blessing

There is fruit ripe on the trees

The land is laden with corn

The pastures covered with cattle

And our larder is full

Hail the Earth, our Mother!

With your blessing

We grow and flourish

We live in a prosperous city

Of garden parks filled with flowers

Where women are equals

In the seat of power for our nation

Hail the Earth, our Mother!

For all this and more

We honour you

We give thanks and praise

To you, our sacred Mother

Oh holy goddess

And bountiful spirit

Hail the Earth, our Mother!

We praise the Mother of the gods!

Wife of the starry heavens

We offer gratitude for your gifts

Even in this modern age

We remember you

And sing songs in your honour

Hail the Earth, our Mother! (x3)

(Three parts Homeric Hymn, one part Charge of the Goddess and one part Juniper)

Nature

Juniper — Fri, 22 Apr 2011 18:35:56 +0000

Watching clouds roll by

on a sunny day

Who needs church?

Nature is divine.

~ Carrie Latet

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