Those Days
Some days, I’m just so exhausted I don’t how I will keep going
Some days, my feet hurt so much I want to sit down and cry
Some days, my brain can’t keep up with the world
Some days, I don’t know how I will keep my head above water
Some days, all I can do is hide the fear and hope for the best
Some days, I could weep with gratitude
Some days, I remember to count my blessings
Some days, I marvel at the people and the love in my life
Some days, I wiggle with happiness as I slip into bed
Some days, it all happens in one day
Those days, those days
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(PS: I will be drawing for the Tenth Rune Spell contest and announcing the winner tomorrow after lunch)
Z
You speak of freedom of religion. You say “this is their Tradition and they have a right to it.” And this is true.
You speak in generalized platitudes about religious tolerance, of freedom. You say nothing of the pain caused to the individual. My “beef” with Z. Budapest and Dianic Wicca is not one of generalized platitudes. It is personal.
I have arrived at an open Dianic ritual and was pulled aside and asked to leave. Because I arrived in combat boots and a biker jacket (I came on a motorcycle) and my energy was too masculine.
I have been at a women’s ritual where a Dianic Wiccan informed me that I was buying into the patriarchies’ objectification of women for wearing a pretty, strappy dress with full hair and make up done. She said I offended her and the Goddess by being tarted up.
I have been told disdainfully that I cannot be a woman of substance, as I am young, thin and pretty.
I have been told that I am selfish and unnatural for being a woman in her thirties who is not a mother, and who has no strong, desperate… Continue reading
Lupercalia
“Happy Lupercalia!” I said to my roommate Grey once she had gotten home from work and settled in for the evening.
“What’s Lupercalia?” she asked.
“Far superior to Valentine’s Day” I replied, then grinned with delight as she read the Wikipedia entry.
“Too bad we don’t have any goat skin to wear and run around in.” said Grey.
“I have goat skin.”
“That’s right … you DO have goat skin.”
And so the plotting began. There was much giggling in our house that night. It’s all about celebrating how awesome life is, after all.
The next night we saw a man about harp and visited someone dear for Valentine’s Day. On the drive back home, we declared ourselves to be on a Valentine’s Day/Lupercalia quest.
One Witch said to the other: “Don’t worry, no matter what happens, we have a harp in the trunk.”
On the last day of Lupercalia, we headed into the countryside.
Grey and I put on our newly made goat skin garters, winter boots and warm cloaks (and not much else). We trucked along down the path towards the forest and once out of… Continue reading
A Quick Message From the Otherside
I spent a good portion of the weekend doing castings, reading and just communicating with the spirits in general. It’s the New Year, after all. Also the casting collection got rebirthed over the holidays (blogs post about that to come) so I needed to do a little work with it.
I have a back log of writing due to computer issues, but I hope to get all caught up over the next week.
Any how, this one is supposed to be quick which is why I am boring you with it now.
Last night I tried something a little different. I sat on a High Seat and did a casting. Holy Shit!
This is a public service announcement!
My question: I asked my spirits what they wished for my blog readers (and friends and podcast listeners and etc) to know?
The answer:
Poor self esteem, self doubt and lack of self worth is like walking around on a broken leg.
The approval and acceptance of others does not heal a broken leg. It only acts as a crutch. Yes, it’s easier to get around on a broken leg with a crutch, but the leg is still broken.
Tearing down other… Continue reading
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