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| My little piece of the green craft: the path of the hippie, tree hugging hag. Angelina Nelson-J, September 2011 |
Monthly Archives: September 2011
US VS THEM
I am shaking my head today in reading posts. A friend is hosting a powerful prayer service for the full moon this month. She posted the event here on Facebook for Oct 12, and anyone who wants to join in to pray/wish/spell for peace, prosperity, blessings to be rained down upon people can do so. […]
Digging
I push my hands through the soil, beneath my black veil, in the dark of the forest, when the sun is low over the mountains and the twilight is creeping in over the trees. I push my hands through the soft, wettish soil, allowing the tangle of roots to catch between my splayed hands. Upturned stone slide over my palms, the cold earth, the soil of the garden of the Green Woman is breaking apart with each push, yielding readily to the turn.
The ritual began with a bath with hand collected sea salt crystals, root of mandrake, rosemary and some other herbs; things to make my my body feel cleansed, to make my spirit feel lighter.
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LIFE OR SOME FACSIMILE THEREOF…GET USED TO IT OR GET OVER IT
What is it about life that people fear? They have to or it wouldn’t be some big tragedy all the time. It’s too hard, or so unfair, or everybody hates me… Umm..newsflash: It isn’t supposed to be easy or you would learn no lessons..not supposed to be fair or you would learn no lessons and […]
Who were the Druids – part 1
Recently a friend asked a question on several facebook discussion groups – who were the Druids to the Celtic peoples? It’s an interesting question and it made me think about exactly what role the Druids played within their society. The first hurdle is to decide where to start in looking for clues about who the Druids were. Every possible source of information has its flaws, either through the bias of the authors of secondary sources, or the bias of people interpreting harder evidence …
Plan B
The roses. The ribbons. The baby’s breath intertwined. The platters. The goblets. The special bottle of wine. The tablecloth. The napkins. The inked and handwritten cards. All strewn about the floor amidst clumps of broken shards. The work. The deception. The games our friends did play. My burnt thumb. My cut palm. My attempt to …
Plan B
The roses. The ribbons. The baby’s breath intertwined. The platters. The goblets. The special bottle of wine. The tablecloth. The napkins. The inked and handwritten cards. All strewn about the floor amidst clumps of broken shards. The work. The deception. The games our friends did play. My burnt thumb. My cut palm. My attempt to …
WARNING: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear
Warning: Objects in mirror may be closer than they appear…I’ve often chuckled at that statement. I’m like duh…its a mirror, reflections are often larger so appear closer. And yet we often take peek into that rear view of things that are either behind or or perhaps worse, gaining on us. It was with these thought […]
Book review – Faery Wicca 1 and 2
There are some bad books that just never seem to die, even after being pulled from publication for plagiarism issues. I was at a pagan conference in my state over the weekend at one of the workshops I taught someone asked about the book Faery Wicca (volume 1) by Kisma Stepanich, and I was actually rendered temporarily incoherant. I did recover and explain some of the issues with the book, but as I thought about it later I realized this might be a good time to post a book review of both of the …
Harvesthome and Wildcrafted
The weather was wild; the winds were stormy and swift, the sun was bright and warm between patches of black clouds. Trisha, my god-daughter Autumn and I walked and wildcrafted and harvested produce from the lonely community pea-patch …