Monthly Archives: April 2012

Wildcrafting: Plantain

Blessings Darlings!

We are finally getting rain here in the northern Blue Ridge Mountains.  We were at about half our normal rain for the year, with yesterday and today (today be Sunday) we might get up to 65% of normal.  The grass and fields planted in winter(…)

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The Presentation

It was a lazy weekend. No chores to do. Nothing pressing to attend to. We would normally be in pajamas, but today I dressed for work. Dter teased me about this. That I was such a businesswoman, I don’t allow myself to relax. Red blouse, black knee-length skirt. I had even donned my jewelry and brushed my hair. I smiled and laughed, but felt an instinctual pull. However, to make her feel better, I did start to remove the jewelry.

3,287 words

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“Who is Ravenwoman?”

Where Keri answers “Who is Ravenwoman?” in 1,052 words of speculation and wonder.

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The Augury

I am Elsewhere.  I recognize this because this is unfamiliar to me.  Usually when I travel it’s to places that I know pretty well, but this garden, I have never seen before.  It is elegant and lush but has a wildness to it that in the mundane I would probably enjoy, but since this isn’t […]

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“Traveling. How do you do it?”

“Do you just appear into nowhere or do you have something specific to travel? That is, do you have a specific ritual that helps when traveling or just materialize wherever?”

Keri answers this in 514 words.

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Gaelic Heathenry

   So what exactly do I mean when I say that I’m a Gaelic Heathen? Well, basically it means that I follow a syncretic Irish polytheist and Norse polytheist recon approach to my spirituality. My approach was born out of the gradual realization that, firstly,(…)

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Treat

Where Keri writes about a “Treat” in 127 words. (A Sunday Scribblings prompt.)

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Honest

Where Keri throws 115 words being honest.

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Mistress of Euphorica, Mistress of Clay

The ravens are manifestly obedient to her service. In solemn, dignified array they come, like augurs of old times, to tell her the news of the day. The wolves slink by timidly, greeting her with furtive, sidelong looks. The bear (not so uncommon then)(…)

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It’s Only Coffee

It’s time for coffee! ~happy dance~ Coffee time! I was asked how much coffee could I drink this morning. I pointed to a decorative mega-mug, a converted 55-gallon drum. “I could drink as much coffee as this 55-gallon mug can hold.”

“Just watch me.”

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