Today is the first official day of spring. Blessed Alban Eilir (or Ostara, or Spring Equinox if you prefer). I've returned from my little hiatus; my mom and stepdad have gone home. While they were here, we lost an uncle on my father's side after a long battle with cancer (melanoma). I can't do this … Continue reading Springtime is not Kind
Brief hiatus (this week)
My mother is in town this week, so there probably won't be a new post until Saturday. Then again, there might be, if I need to blow off steam. Who knows? Beware the Ides of March and all that jazz. (And don't get me started on St. Patrick's Day, heh.) Have a good week!
The Last Letter
The first letter I ever wrote (and mailed) was two lines of pencil scrawls on one of those gray papers with red and blue lines on it, the kind for children just learning to write. I think it consisted of, "Hi. How are you? I am fine. Love you, bye," and I was the proudest … Continue reading The Last Letter
Runic Dreams
I have vivid dreams fairly often (well, maybe most of us do, but I almost always remember mine in detail). They can be extremely realistic, completely out of left field, or so abstract that they're nearly impossible to put into words. I've dreamed monochromatic stuff, things that were just shapes, the usual "plays on huge … Continue reading Runic Dreams
Soul-clearing Song
Music is absolutely one of my favorite parts of being alive, of being human and here right now. I sing (a lot -- sorry, kids). I listen. I break the "play" and "replay" buttons on new albums that delight my ears and old favorites, as comfortable as my favorite shirt but as familiarly exciting as … Continue reading Soul-clearing Song
Called…home?
I've always felt drawn to certain places on the map, destinations I've never seen in person -- for me, traveling is among those secret dreams we all hoard like silent little treasures in some shadowy corner of our hearts where unrealistic things live. For several years now, I have also experienced a stronger pull toward … Continue reading Called…home?
How’s Your Straw?
I live in a fairly arid area that does terrible things to my hair and skin (I clearly was not meant to live here, heh). My hair is frizzy anyway, but this environment makes it worse, so I've learned to put both a thick leave-in conditioner and a certain amount of oil in it after … Continue reading How’s Your Straw?
And Then There are the Days…
...when cool things happen and you want to share. This is a "Druidry thing" (you've been warned, heh): I've approached a point in my journey where I am called to work with a different animal for a while -- I mean, Wolf and Butterfly have always been (and may always be) my totems, but there's … Continue reading And Then There are the Days…
It Does Seem to be Mocking You
Another BTVS quote (bonus points if you know which episode it was): Willow: It does appear to be mocking you with its eye holes. Oz: And yet its nose hole seems sad and full of self-loathing. Some days, this empty space seems to be mocking me. I haven't figured out what direction this blog might … Continue reading It Does Seem to be Mocking You
When You Stop Fighting
Sometimes you read something that's so unexpectedly profound and resonant that you have to just stop all the things for a bit and take it in. That was me this morning, stumbling across "Sometimes a Wild God" by Tom Hirons. (Go ahead...I'll wait.) ... I've been wrestling (again) lately with something I think we all … Continue reading When You Stop Fighting
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