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Put Down that Book

 

Put away the how-to books for a little while. What further instruction do you need?

Read no more poetry, no eddas, and no hymns. Just throw back your head and pour out your heart.

Read no folklore, no more myths, and no sagas. Put pen to paper and compose your own.

Sing no songs or chants you already know. Sing no verses you have not made up on the spot.

Just for a little while.

Do not dance to the usual beat, pretend that you forgot the spiral dance. No more dance moves taught in a workshop or book. Dance with the wind, dance to the dripping of rain from leaves.

Do not rely on the magickal correspondences of herbs as written by another. Spend some time, and ask the plants yourself.

Forgo the script and the ritual outline. Pick up a stick, take a deep breath and just go. Shouldn’t you know what to do by now?

Forget the fancy prose and weird terminology and practised speech. Pull up a chair, pour a drink and chat with your spirits and gods like old friends for a change.

Just for a little while.

Give in and give up. Shout… Continue reading

Wordless Wednesday: Ostara and Such

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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

Imbolg To Do List

[ ] Repot a tree
[ ] Hearth blessing
[ ] Beer!
[ ] Dairy!
[ ] A devotional ritual to Brighid, including vigil
[ ] Share the Flame of Kildare
[ ] Walk in the snow. Bonus points if there is love making to be had in the snow (any volunteers? LOL)
[ ] Go for a drive in the countryside
[ ] Wave to the livestock as I go by
[ ] Eat large quantities of food
[ ] Ritual with my fellow Goat Ladies
[ ] Write like a motherfucker

Frigga!

This is one of those random feast days where people on the internet are vaguely aware that today might be one of Frigga’s days. Or was that the 7th? It usually sounds/reads like:

“… something, something distaff day”

You can do you own googling and see for yourself.

This just so happen to also be one of those little feast days that I celebrate in some small way. Because Frigga rocks for so many reasons and she deserves a little love from me at least once a year. Also because the 12th of January is two days after my younger brothers birthday and is therefore easy to remember. The winter needs lots of feast and fire days, don’t you think?

I”ll admit that I enjoy the random obscurity of it.

My roomie and I set up a temporary altar image on the microwave. Said an invocation, lit a beeswax candle, gave the lady some wine and yummy bread and other goodies. Laid out a spindle, spoons, knives … you know.

I’m about to take down some more of the Yule decorations. One of the evergreen things from the front door. It takes me from Yule to Imbolg to take down the… Continue reading

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