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Pan & Selene
This story is based off a myth that may be lost to time. You will find it mentioned in such things as the hymns of Homer and there are many paintings and works of art inspired by it. I have not been able to find an actual telling of the myth, only references and allusions to it. This is my own reconstruction of the story. Rikki over at the Kakophonos Podcast recently recorded me telling the tale for his Samhain/Halloween episode, so stay tuned for that.
Pan and Selene
‘Twas the day before the Harvest Moon rose over Arcadia. The land was preparing for its mild winter of rain in the low-lying areas and snows in the mountains. The autumn flowers were blooming, the vines heavy with fruit.
Through the tall grass, with the sunshine upon his back, walked a god. God of music and laughter, dance and revelry, panic and frenzy. Lord of the shepherds and flocks in the pasture, god of the wild mountains and those who hunt amongst trees and rocks.
Friend and companion of Dionysus, lover of dryads and nymphs. He who gave Artemis her hunting hounds and who taught the secrets of prophecy to Apollo.… Continue reading →
How Crochet Was Invented
I always thought that crochet was invented by an ADD woman, being one myself.
Once upon a time, long ago, probably in France, a woman with undiagnosed Attention Deficit Disorder was puttering around her cottage. Doing much but getting nothing done, of course.
In fact she was very busily working hard at trying to find the key to her chest full of yarn (and other odds and ends that had found their way into the chest). She tore the whole cottage apart and simply couldn’t find it anywhere. She did, however, find one of her long lost knitting needles in the process. Distracted by the find, she looked about for the other kitting needle. Alas she couldn’t find that either. (For the record, the key to the chest had wandered off to the barn and the other knitting needle was out in the garden having spent part of the summer holding up a young bean stalk.)
Suddenly remembering what she had been doing a few minutes before, our heroine return to her chest. Using whatever she happened to have in her hand, the single knitting needle, she was able to pry open the chest. Happily she dug through the disorganized… Continue reading →
“Not I” Said the Witch
“Not I” Said the Witch
(Based on a children’s folk tale called Little Red Hen or “Not I”, Said the Cat)
Once upon a time, a Hedgewitch was working on her farm when the spirits there reminded her of a promise she had made; to give up the use of some of her land for her fellow pagans and witches. They informed her they wanted to hold a celebration right there on the farm as a way to begin.
So the Hedgewitch phoned up all her friends and asked them to help her create a wonderful little retreat for pagans and witches on her land, and to help her kick it off with a big celebration.
“Who will come and help me plan and prepare and make this a magickal event for all?” asked the Hedgewitch.
“Not I,” said the Greenwitch “not if I have to do any work! I have enough to do in my own garden without having to weed one for other people.”
“Not I,” said the Druidess “not if my Grove and I have to pay for gas to come all the way there AND then have to do work for the farm as payment for… Continue reading →
What I hope (wish) happens when I die
I dunno who wrote this, it’s a variation of a rather well known little “story” based on Norse mythology. Google “Rainbow Bridge” is you haven’t heard of it before. Anyways…
A Rescuer’s Rainbow Bridge
Unlike most days at Rainbow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined.
All of the recent arrivals had no idea what to think, as they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had been waiting a while for their beloved people knew exactly what was going on and started to gather at the pathway leading to The Bridge to watch
It wasn’t long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung low and tail dragging. The other animals, the ones who had been there for a while, knew what his story was right away, for they had seen this happen far too often.
He approached slowly, obviously in great emotional pain. Unlike all of the other animals waiting at The Bridge, this animal had not been restored to youth and made healthy and vigorous again. As he walked toward The Bridge, he watched all of the other animals watching… Continue reading →
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