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!

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I allow it to drift

I don’t understand why people expect it to be rigid

Focused, perfect, single minded

Why do they seek trance in text book rigidity?

It’s not about staying in the box

I let my mind go out of bounds

Beyond the boundaries of what is allowed

In the daytime in the sunshine in the work-a-day world

We have to be so polite

So nice and sweet

Structured and organized

I am not disciplined as I sit before Them

Chatting and rambling on about nothing

They listen indulgently

Like grandparents letting a small child prattle on

I let my mind wander

Out of bounds

Beyond reason

What focus?

There is no focus

I drift on a sea of thoughts

Unbidden and unfettered

Thoughts come and go as they please

I drift here and there

I open up

I become expansive

Too big to fill my little shell

I slip and slide away and down

Out of bounds

Beyond the boundary

I slide away from the body sitting before the altar

And we go wandering in a twisted landscape

Some might fear if they realised this is what is to be found

But really it’s just another place

So long as you can find your way there and back again

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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)

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As a child I would lay on my bed

Press my back against the wall

And pretend there was someone spooning me

Holding me

Why am I so unworthy of love?

What crimes have I committed?

What have I done or not done?

I am loyal to the bone

I’m not smelly or ugly

I can cook

I am fun

But no one wants me

What’s wrong with me?

Why am I so unworthy of love?

I give my heart fully, utterly

And it gets handed back to me

Like some unwanted piece of trash

I see other women who are not as nice

Not as smart

Not as pretty

Not as kind

And they have love

Husbands

Why not me?

What’s wrong with me?

Why doesn’t anyone love me?

I’d do anything for love

Move across country

Give you everything

So long as I can still be me

But they don’t want me

They send me packing

What’s wrong with me?

Why am I so unworthy of love?

Why can’t I wake up knowing

That the man in my bed isn’t going?

I have asked the gods for love

Time and time again

Instead they offer me false hope

And broken hearts

A shattered dreams

Why are they so cruel to me?

All I ever wanted was to be loved

By someone sweet

Who knew me

Wants me

Chose me

And was happy to be with me

Why am I so unworthy of love?

What have I done?

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And when did he leave?

Why did he come only in my dreams?

A visitor in a little girl’s sleep

Why did he leave and has not been seen?

I miss running down that path

On four paws with him in the lead

The lessons that he gave me

Once they were learned

He simply never returned

Why does crow follow me?

And leave feathers for me?

My childhood friend

The children on the playground

I kept to myself, with crow

And his murder at the other end

On my shoulder he perches

I don’t trust him with my eyes

I fear he might make me blind

And what would he show me then?

What bird would owl have been

If I had known him for his self?

The brown little bird

Who flew from Her hands

Perhaps he would have been a wren?

But he is an owl instead

Does it really matter then?

Is owl even a male?

I ask his name

The title for a goddess he gave

And yet he seems a he

As he sinks his talons into me

And makes me shove things in my chest

And what of this deer?

Red coat and sharp tines

I know the god who sent him

Through wooded glade

Charging me and then I caught him

By my side he lays

The birds perch on his antlers

If I call him to lead the way

Where will we go this day?

And that blasted cat

Glimpsed once at the corner of my eye

What is it?

Who is that?

Watching and prowling

Can this kitty be trusted?

What does it want?

And why are they all men when I am a woman?

Or maybe I am mistaken?

Where is that fox?

I have questions for him!

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