Consciousness
I am asleep.
I am asleep and have delved into some deep abyss of dreaming far beyond the physical enclosure that is my body.
I dream and know I am dreaming. I glide through a realm of black and blue, soft and delicate as silk, sheer like fine muslin. I dance in the glory of the dreamscape.
Then, a gradual awareness begins to tug at me. I feel my body calling me back to awakening. The most simple and basic need driving me out of my sweet surrender to dreaming: the need to pee.
I float in a spiral pattern upwards and out of the dreamscape towards the light of the morning sun.
I awake and sit, then clamber out of bed, and reach for clothing left out the night before. I find I cannot put it on and I perceive everything is still soft and shrouded in the wrong kind of pale light.
I am still asleep, dreaming of being awake.
I decide to try again to wake.
Again I find myself dreaming of waking, this time stumbling to the bathroom naked. I realise the falseness of my wakefulness as I reach for the bathroom doorknob.
I decide to… 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
September’s Hearth
Fireplace Day, the first day the fireplace or woodstove (etc) is lit up for the cold season. A page torn out of the book of my history; Chapter One: Early Childhood Memories.
The first fireplace I recall was a great big thing of white brick and a dark granite hearthstone that stuck far out beyond the reach of the fire itself. As a young child I could lay upon the hearthstone in front of the metal screen that kept the fire contained. Dad was responsible for that fireplace; I would sit on the carpet and watch him build up the fire, my knees tucked into my sweater, stretching it out of shape.
The second one came after the divorce. We moved into a tiny little yellow farmhouse not far from the old house. This place was heated by a small orange woodstove. Mom lacked my father’s skill at fire building, and it would often go out at night. Many mornings my brother and I wrapped ourselves in our quilts and walked down the long, cold hallway to Mom’s room to beg her to get up and light the fire because “We’re freezing!”
Fireplace Day usually comes between back-to-school and the… Continue reading
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