I’m sitting here listening to it rain for the second day in a row. Tropical storm/depression causing all kinds of problems in the area …It’s that time of year. But what about rain in our life? I’ve often heard of “latter day” rain back when I sat in a different path. It means blessings being […]
Monthly Archives: September 2011
Contravention
Invisible, here, not here don’t speak here, say nothing there Your knowledge is immaterial and yet…some listen anyway. Why? What difference doe it all make anyway? Who cares if what is known has truth? what does it matter if my spirit bleeds from keeping silent? The guides say speak, others say teach man says shut […]
Train Wreck
A lot of conversation has been around lately about train wrecks…not the type that one would think of with twisted metal, mangled parts, but similar in fashion because it concerns mangled lives, depressed people, ..I know we all have our moments of down time, and its unavoidable at times as we travel the road of […]
Pagan Belief, Bad Idea
*For the record: When I talk about beliefs and ideas, I am addressing spiritual and religious philosophies, not secular or universal beliefs. Meaning, I’m not talking about the way we disagree with capitol punishment, or taxes, or class systems. I’m talking about the dangers in a religious context, which is more powerful, potent and widespread than our secular disagreements.*
Today on the …
Lose Some, Gain Some
His hand was open the entire time. Twas my fear that kept me bound. I lose a name, and gain myself. It wasn’t that long ago, I openly came out and publicly admitted I am a Lokean. Twas a label I had been actively avoiding since Loki grabbed me and caught me in his snare. …
It’s not you, it’s me
Ever notice that no matter what you do, someone, somewhere will ALWAYS turn it into something about them? I write my blogs, and while sometimes there may be a grain of truth about someone, I never name them nor do I put their “crimes’ on front street. And yet ,sometimes, it is just observation about […]
Witchery Dyes: Part III
On the night of the dark moon, I dawned my black rite gown, my death shroud, by bone beads with the calavera’s grinning their death’s grin and my bowl of sacred mountain ash to paint my face in the mask of the dead …
The blame game
I often find it amusing and interesting to sit back and watch people as they go about their daily lives. It is a great teacher of life..how not to act, react, deal with drama, etc. What often confuses me and aggravates me to no end is the “it’s not my fault” people. You know … Continue reading →