The Way it Goes
Off and on I have delved deep into practice, into doing … no more than that, into really living my practice. I have lived on many acres of land, living a fairly simple lifestyle and also living off the land to a certain extent. I was also having a go at traditional lifestyles as well, doing it the old way.
I carried water up a mountain side everyday (sometimes twice or thrice) so I could cook, clean and drink. I learned the value, the sacredness, of every single drop. There are few things in the world that can teach you to truly understand that water is indeed the lifeblood of the Earth (and everything that lives on and within Her) than being a small, barefoot woman, thirsty to the point of parched, dragging 30 pounds of water up a rocky mountain side under a blazing summer Sun.
I dragged (and later carried as I grew stronger) hay bales about the place to feed horses and livestock. I wishpered prayers to Epona everyday … and more as I tried to tend a wound on a half-gentled young filly.
I spent many long nights up to my elbows in blood and birthing… Continue reading
Smarty Pants!
You don’t need “Pagan” books to be a smarty-pants Pagan. Most libraries (even small ones) have books on history, mythology, folk lore, archaeology and so forth.
There’s more to being a smarty-pants Pagan than being well read as well.
Its called critical thinking and deep thinking.
How about observation? That’s a good one too!
Here’s an important one: application of knowledge.
And another thing! Thinking for yourself and not doing what a book tells you, but sorting the information and coming to your own conclusions, then trying them out, then back to the drawing board.
The problem is that a couple of books or classes aren’t going to make you an intellectual or a smarty-pants Pagan. That’s the first step on the road.
Random Encounters
I was reading Sarah’s blog over at the Forest Grove and was struck by this post:
They’re Watching You
… as well as the comments made by her readers. Go and read it, then come back…
Okay.
I once had a boyfriend who was very much an Odin’s Man tell me of how one time while down on his luck and far from home he went to the bus station to see how much a ticket home would cost. He was something like $3.12 short and they refused to sell him a ticket even though he was short only a few bucks. He was sitting on the curb outside the bus station trying to sort out what to do, when suddenly an old homeless man walked up to him calling his name. The homeless fellow seemed to know him and said he was so glad to have found him, that he had the money he owed him. My ex had no idea who this man was and had no idea why a homeless man would owe him money. The homeless man insisted he owed my ex money and gave him the exact amount of money he was short for the ticket… Continue reading
Fire on the Mountain: A Gathering of Shamans
1999 documentary. For five days, shamans & elders (and the Dalai lama) from Asia, Africa, the Americas and Australia meet to talk and share rituals at a Buddhist monastery in the French Alps.
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