(This post written for Sunday Scribblings #315: “Wealth”.)
“Hey, Old Woman! Wake up! Time to pay the fee!”
When their yelling didn’t rouse her, they roughly pushed and shook her. She flailed to keep her balance as she awoke in mid-tilt. To no avail as the youths only pulled her harshly forward. They laughed as she fell on the remnants of her lunch.
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I wrote an essay about Bealtaine that is currently posted on witchvox.com. Excerpt:
To the pagan Celts, Bealtine (pronounced roughly Ball-tinn-eh) , often called Beltane by modern pagans, was one of the most sacred and important holidays of the year and(…)
Blessings Darlings!
Having a home business means pushing your limits and doing things you never thought you’d do. And that you have NO training to do. Which is how the Chubby Hubby and I have found ourselves spending today (Saturday, tho’ I’ll schedule(…)
This months rune is Thurisaz, also called Thurs or Thorn which equates in English to the sound “th”. It is the third rune of the first aett and when looking at it’s shape you will see that it resembles a thorn, which can be a good way to remember it’s(…)
Wanderer
I am a wanderer in the world
Shadow of a distant dream
Rootless and boundless,
I’m exactly what I seem
Thought and Memory’s master
Every poet’s inspiring friend
My hall will be many soldiers'<br(…)
Blessings Darlings!
Well …. uh …. you see ….. I’m starting over on this diet/fitness stuff. I let it go, again. I’m calling it another practice round. This time will be for real! Yeah, that’s the ticket.
Weight is up. (…)
Oh, I need a vacation. I really need a vacation. I’ve been running around the Worlds so much, Home doesn’t feel much like home. I’ve been stepping from the Waking into so many different places. Like now, for instance. One moment I was in my bed at home, now I’m wearing another business suit waiting to be called into the office of my new (temporary) manager.
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So yeah. This has been long week, and will be longer still since I work for a bit tomorrow. To top it off I am moving. Not that I want to, but the trailer park that I’ve lived in for over 12 years is being sold. All of my little people have lived here, family […]
I was quite tired last night. So tired, moving from my chair seemed daunting. But not so tired, that I couldn’t move and click the mouse. So, as it was, I spent a few hours longer than I should reveling in the maddening faire called Tumblr. So it should be no surprise that I wound up dreaming I was sitting back at the computer, reveling and engaging in Tumblr anew.
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Where Keri is inspired by another person’s dream, and writes 250 words of what the satyr said to him.