Archive | April 5, 2013

Poetry month – Our Mother

Our Mother who art in Earth and Heaven,
(as we are in the Mother
and Heaven is in us)
Hallowed, respectful,joyful be thy name.
Thy holy realm is already come.
Thy will awaits us to be done.
Give us this day the strength to love,
To be the lion and the dove.
Forgive us as we tread your flowers,
Ignoring duties that are ours,
Lead us from annihilation
For we share in the life and in the power
And in the glory forever and ever.

Priscilla Baird Hinckley

Got burned this week

It’s funny but I wanted to be one of two things, an Archeologist/Cultural Anthropologist/Classicist and a Forest Ranger /Naturalist/Nature Photographer. (Hey, I’m a double Gemini)I ended up dropping out of college mid way through the first choice after also suffering through 4 years of Latin, Junior Classical League competition and ancient history classes in high school. So about 6 ½ years of study before I dropped out of school for several years and came back to pursue my other love, Nature. This does not count all the years my grandmother spend drilling Scottish History and Folklore and Folk Magic into my head every summer. So I have a weirdly appropriate brain to be a pagan.

That doesn’t even touch the fact that I have read voraciously on all kinds of subjects since I was about three which is how I ended up reading at 10th grade level in the 3rd grade.I got access to the adult library when I was 9 or 10. And the fact that I have a brain that collects facts like a xenophora shell collects other shells and debris, the sea’s version of a hoarder doesn’t hurt.

And I follow over 200 blogs, mostly pagan and occasionally when I’m in the mood to get annoyed it seems I peruse Tumblr. At least I can’t think of another reason to get on Tumblr because every time I do my blood pressure goes up at the pagans there. And that is where most of what set me off came from this week so I apologize. There are congenital idiots over there. And it isn’t the posters that set me off most of the time but the commenters.

The commenters seem to think meaness wins or yelling the loudest and usually they are yelling about things they are virtually clueless about. How do I know they are clueless? There ain’t a bit of logic in there and they yell about all kinds of things. Virtually everything they talk about is “cultural appropriation” without a clue to what “cultural appropriation” really is. Makes my anthropologist’s heart just cringe.

They also seem to hate any perceived person of authority while proclaiming they are the authority. You can’t have it both ways folks. Pull the other one.

I’ve blogging since 2005 and I have never ever, ever, and I must have been very lucky, had the reaction I got to simply stating my opinion that occurred this week. Really? I didn’t get this much flack from writing Miss Kat’s School of Genteel Witchcraft. How does my opinion make what you do wrong? If you are secure in yourselves, something that my first commenter was sure I wasn’t or I wouldn’t have said anything, rings strangely like the arguments Christians raise against gay marriage. It doesn’t unless you’re wrong.

I loved the one that started out she wasn’t 20 anymore so I was wrong and she was right. Wisdom is earned and age has nothing to do with age. I’ve seen 10 year olds who are wise and 60 year olds that were dumber than bricks but that might be demeaning to bricks.

Someone accused me of being insecure and as I stated afraid to be different and stick out, I think I covered that one nicely in the other post. I assure you I’m very secure in who I am and what I do. I have been for a long time. My About page clearly states I’m a cranky old crone. Get over yourself. The warning is there.

I used to love being part of the pagan community. I loved teaching about the Craft. I love writing about the Craft and I love writing stories. Guess I got burned this week ‘cause not feeling it so much. I’m not stopping and I’m not going to be any less opinionated but at least I’ve learned to duck.

Today’s reading


The Fool

You have come to a junction or turning point in your life. It may be an unconscious state in which you feel the tide has turned or sense something is going to happen.

In a way it already has. Your spirit must move on and the leap in the dark beckons. This may mean leaving behind or giving up some baggage or burden that you have carried with you from the past.

Now is the time to be clear and not let fear of falling or sad disillusion with the universe hold you back. Let your imagination carry you into a new set of possibilities. It is a time to travel hopefully and open your arms to new and challenging aspects of the universe.

A young and beautiful figure opens their heart to the universe. Clothed in feathers and greenery, they are illuminated by the heart of the Greenwood. There is a playful and naive aspect to their character. and they hold the sun and moon in their character. and they hold the sun and moon in their hands like balls.

Although they are suddenly inspired by insights into another world and life, and are open to exploring it, they do not have the understanding or responsibility necessary for grounding it.

However, it is often The Fool that sees more of the patterns of life, however momentarily, than those whose feet are firmly on the earth.

So in this card The Fool has a ‘vision’ of their future journey, a labyrinth, shimmering with stars behind them.

The Fools’ soul is re-animated, but just as a butterfly may live for only a few days, this state of divine illumination is not to be maintained for long periods.

The path forward is explained in the card. The knotted kerchief (of red and white-one’s essential energy) contains one’s previous experience. The Fool must pick that up and take it with them, rather than leaping blindly, unwilling to face responsibility for the potential re-creation of a pattern of behaviour that needs breaking. Note that the ‘Fool’ stands unaware of the precarious slant of the cliff, and is out of their tree; i.e. standing above the tree that is their grounded body.

The Fool must fly off the cliff and follow the inner voice of their heart (as yet undeveloped) the small white deer, so that they can walk on the land and meet the first guide on their journey (The Ancestor).