I drink the cup he offers
the horn-rim cold against my lips,
Mead-Fire – A Poem
I drink the cup he offers
the horn-rim cold against my lips,
Hello 2014
I keep saying that New Year’s resolutions are wasted effort. Because for a lot of people they are. I think a lot of that is because they are vague and poorly planned out. Most of us don’t set goals or consider the steps to achieve those resolutions. What counts as success? What is your time […]
Alright, Let’s See If I Can Get Into a Groove With This Thing
I’m lazy.
No, not when it comes to going out and working, taking care of the family, or the stuff that really matters. When it comes to personal projects, this blog for example, I have loads of ideas and thoughts on what to do with them, but when it comes time to actually sit down and do something with it, I just lack the motivation.
Cu Sidhe
There are many different types of fairy animals, both the more intelligent beings like the puka who can take animal form and animals that are part of fairy. One of the more interesting ones is the fairy hound, or cu sidhe (pronounced koo shee).
Dream Journal: 2013-12-30.01
Weaver wants the truth reality regardless of her capability to handle it and finds herself with an arduous written test but with only fifteen minutes to complete it.
1,821 words.
The Roan
The Seal Folk, called Roan, Roane or Rón in Ireland and Selkies or Silkies in Scotland. Stories of these faeries originate on the coasts of Ireland and Scotland and persist today in these areas, as well as in any coastal areas where seals can be found. As ocean faeries, they are primarily associated with the sea and beaches, and their stories often originate with fisherman and people whose livelihood is tied to the ocean. Roan are creatures of the Between, existing between land and sea, between human and seal form.
Dream Journal: 2013-12-25.01
Weaver asks Esse to look over the waking Black Axe. He sends her on a mission to learn its properties the hard way by dealing with a rancid troll.
3,237 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-12-24.01
For three straight days the Undragons have summoned Weaver. For three days Keri has been completely clueless about why. The first entry about them. It won’t be the last.
833 words.
Dream Journal: 2013-12-20.01
It looks like an orange, smells like an orange, but bleeds when the skin is broken. Weaver is thrilled.
350 words.
Believing in Santa – a Pagan’s perspective
Today I’m linking to my blog over on Hartford FAV’s http://hartfordfavs.com/2013/12/22/believing-santa-pagans-perspective/ where I discuss Santa Claus in today’s(…)