One thing about the internet, there is never a shortage of memes going around. One that’s been making the rounds for a while is a Druid version of the popular “What I Do” meme. I decided it was time to make my own version, one that I(…)
Pnuemonia
Blessings Darlings!
So, yeah, I have pneumonia. They gave me an impressive assortment of drugs for it on Saturday, and I’m getting closer to feeling functional now that there is more oxygen in my bloodstream.
Uh … about(…)
Waking Up
I’m finally shaking out of my winter cocoon I’ve been wrapped up in commissions for months now and I’m looking forward to a break. Hyacinth and blue bells have begun to spring up along the roadside, new bright pink blooms have appeared on the camellia trees in West Seattle and the Andromeda’s a already heavy with my favorite fragrance. I didn’t wake the land up the way I did other years, this year …
Double yuck
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Tumbled Dreams: March 02 – 08, 2013
What are “Tumbled Dreams”? These are the posts I made to my tumblr during the week because I felt they did not warrant a separate post on this blog. However, these “interstitials” often explain some of the backstory to the larger dream posts. For those readers that only read Three Different Ways, they may help explain some of the characters and sudden changes in plot and direction.
4,373 words.
Forever Young Part Two: Mother, Mother
December of 2009…
I want to say that it was the worst month of my life.
I want to say that I was smacked in the face by reality, that I didn’t expect what happened.
The(…)
Dust
Ke answered both vocally and mentally. “No, that’s not. That is why I summoned you. He has requested your presence here. Get your footing, Weaver. You have a call to answer.” Ke kept kir solid grip on my arm while I forced myself to acclimate to the presence in the pillar. I swallowed my fear many times, and dealt with doubts I thought long settled. I confronted what wouldn’t settle my usual way. I asked questions.
“Angel or sylph?” “Yes.” Fuck.
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Hagalaz
Having completed the first aett we move on to the second, which begins with Hagalaz.
Hagalaz looks like an English upper case “H” with the crossbar slanted downwards, and indeed it represents an “h” sound as well. This makes Hagalaz…
Yuck
Sick. Crabby. Coughing. Whining.
When Your Children and Your Ghosts Don’t Get Along
Sometimes my spiritual practice and my role as a mother come into conflict. One such incident happened several months ago and presented a unique challenge for me. I thought I would share it here to help any other parents who find themselves(…)