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Happy New Year!




I have an enormous to-be-read shelf so to give myself the goad into actually reading more stuff of substance I’m going to put whatever book I’m currently trying to make my through here on the blog. My biggest problem is the fact that I get distracted by the “ooh shinies” of the book world like cozy mysteries and sci-fi and fantasy. Some of which are pagan but still I really have a to-be-read bookcase not a shelf. Probably over a 100 books to be truthful.

If you ever want to see what is really in my library you can access me on Library thing.

But for now, I’m starting; “Tree Wisdom – The definitive guide book to the myth, folklore and healing power of trees by Jacqueline Memory Paterson.

Feminist Philosophers

This handy guide will help with the vertigo.
The most important part is the final section, I think, which gives us an account of what one failure in justice in the US looks like in purely monetary terms.
But the middle part, which lists parties’ priorities, is important. It gives on an idea, I suspect, of why republicans like testing students so much. It’s relatively cheap!


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Not quite a year and a day

I started on WordPress on January 14 this year after being on LiveJournal since 2005. I had gotten tired of all the DOS attacks that Putin’s government was launching against LJ and the fact that the new Russian management of LJ (It started in Silicon Valley in the US) no longer gave a rat’s ass for US bloggers who had been loyal to the site. My twitter feed was in Russian for over 6 months and they refused to fix that or any other problem US bloggers had. So I started blogging here.

I never in the world dreamed I’d have 23,000 people look at what I posted. On Lj it was just the people I knew. WordPress is a completely different world. It’s been fun. I ‘ve learned a lot from all of the other bloggers I’ve discovered. I feel I’ve made new friends and discovered a lot of new ideas and confirmed some I already had.

People from 88 countries have stopped by and graced this site with their presence. Quite exciting for someone sitting in Los Angeles.

Hopefully, I’ve entertained you, given you some food for thought, opened your world as you have opened mine.

I am confused by some things like why I have Christian evangelical ministers following me. You did read the “about” page didn’t you? I am a Witch, a Wiccan, a Pagan, a Lesbian, and a Druid. You did get that part didn’t you? Just saying… ‘cause I left Jesus and his close minded followers behind thirty years ago. And I know the Presbyterian church I grew up in is still just as close minded as when I left but the membership has shrunken drastically as the world changed around them. So you evangelical ministers are barking up the wrong pew. You could get in trouble for that you know. I might corrupt you and you still have to deal with the 2nd commandment.

My temples are the groves and the forests, the beaches and the mountains. I sing the power of the Earth and all that dwells thereon. My Goddesses and the Green Man are around me all the time. I’ve seen my deities and spoken to them and they have replied. I live what I know everyday. I see deity in the faces of the people around me and in every tree, plant, animal or rock.

And to quote one of my favourite pagan hymns by Catherine Madsen. You can sing along because I’m sure you know the tune. “I sing the Almighty Power of God”. :

I am a bold and a Pagan soul

A-ramblin’ through this land

I judge the world by my own lights

And I come by my own hand

And if you ask me where I learned

To live so recklessly

My skin, my bones, my Heretic heart

Are my authority

My mother was a singer of tales

My father a dreaming man

And I have swung from the dragon’s tongue

And danced on Holy Land

I’ve sung the seed up out of the ground

And the bird down from the tree

My skin, my bones, my Heretic heart

Are my authority

I once was found but now I’m gone

Away from the "Faithful Fold"

Of those who preach that holiness

Is to do as you are told

Though law and scripture, priest and prayer

Have all instructed me

My skin, my bones, my Heretic heart

Are my authority

Now they tell me Jesus loves me

But I think that he loves in vain

He must go unrequited

On me he has no claim

For the man who would command me must

(Alt: My Goddess is our Lady Moon)

Wear the horn and let me be

(Alt: Whose tides run deep in me)

My skin, my bones, my Heretic heart

Are my authority

And while I breathe this glorious air

An outlaw I’ll remain

My body will not be subdued

And I will not be "saved"

And if I cannot shout it loud

I’ll sing it secretly

My skin, my bones, my Heretic heart

Are my authority.

Now if you didn’t know before, you do now.

Raise a cup o’ kindness and don’t sing zyne!

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
in days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear
for auld lang syne
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou’d the gowans fine
We’ve wandered mony a weary foot
Sin’ auld lang syne

We twa a sport’d i’ the burn
From morning sun ’til dine
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand me trusty friend
And gies a hand o’ thine
We’ll tak a good right willie-waught
For auld lang syne.

Robert Burns

And do me a favour, and don’t piss off me gran and sing ‘syne’ not ‘zyne’!

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