Not so Bright
Whose bright idea was it to bake a John Barleycorn bread-man in this heat, with no air conditioning? Mine. Cause I’m an idiot.
Flavour of the Month: Secrets!
One of the big topics going around Witch-y blogs this month is secrecy and how much you share.
I come across as much more Pagan-ish on my blog … because a lot of the Witch-y stuff just doesn’t get mentioned **at all** As if it does not exist. Which is tough when I’m accused of not being a Witch, because of the Pagan stuff being the most prominent. It’s easy to take the bait and get upset by that. But if certain spirits and certain practices can’t be talked about on a blog, well then that’s the price I pay!
I have a hard time with keeping quiet and keeping secrets. I’ve had a good talking to from my Hedge gals (and certain spirits and such) over that. I have no guile. It doesn’t come naturally.
I WANT to share, for a lot of reasons. One main reason is because I am BAD at not sharing. Damn my glass face, open personality and tendency to trust everyone. Another reason is loneliness and feeling isolated. Another reason is the need to serve and be useful and helpful.
Another reason (one of the main reasons why I started this blog in the… Continue reading
Should Not Have Done That
Okay so, last week, I broke down and installed the plug-in for wordpress that tells you how many people read your blog, how many hits a blog post gets each day, what search words make people find you and so forth.
This was a mistake.
I am now having a fucking anxiety attack. HUNDREDS of people read my blog everyday!!!! Can’t breathe! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG
I am seriously considering un-installing the bloody thing. Cause I totally should not have done that. It was stupid. Now I’m scared and paranoid. And I don’t understand. WHY ME? I’m NOT special!! GAH!
Okay. Okay. I can totally do this. It’s going to be alright.
*whimpers*
Soooo … uh, yeah. Heh. Hi there … everyone. How are you?
*scuffles feet*
Uhhh… yeah. *cough*
Now I’m afraid to write stuff.
*hides*
Meet Sir Kinght
Say hello to sir knight. He is a suit of armour, in miniature. He stands a little under knee high. Sir knight was won by Brendan at a Bardic competition at some point. Even Bren agrees that somebody lives in sir knight. I dunno exactly what he is … just some random little brownie or something. *shrug* He seemed nice enough.
He hangs out in the entryway, the hub of the apartment, keeping an eye on everything.
He gets knocked over sometimes.
At some point I started calling him sir knight. He gets a beer to himself now and then, and the odd heel of bread or bit of cheese, usually when we’re having the good stuff. I pat his head, especially as we come and go, this is something I’ve seen a few different people to do. He’s also gotten time spent with a view out the window (once also with a nice microbrew local beer).
One day Bren brought home a fake Hawaiian lei from work and I put it on sir knight as a joke. He loved it and didn’t want me to take it off. He got a new one for Imbolg. If you’re throwing… Continue reading
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