Archive | June 6, 2013

Climate Illogic: the flat Earth consensus

Progressive Culture | Scholars & Rogues

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The fact that the Earth is round has been known for at least 2300 years, but not necessarily known by everyone. We know that the ancient Greeks knew that the Earth was round because several of them wrote discussed the evidence and mathematics underlying their conclusion and wrote it down. But at that point, the consensus position that the Earth was flat would have been held by a large majority minority that lacked sufficient knowledge and education to know any different.

And that’s the problem with the flat Earth analogy as used by climate disruption deniers:

At one point, the overwhelming consensus was that the Earth was flat, a point that only a few people knew at the time was wrong. Therefore we can ignore the fact that there is a scientific consensus on ICD, since…

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Practice Safe Herbalism!

Be safe and think!

bay witch musings

Don’t Eat What You Can’t Name
*a Pagan morality tale from yours truly, originally posted @ Pagan Forum*

I once knew a talented fellow
That could weave a tale, fierce or mellow
But never did he ever learn
The leaf of tree, wildflower, or fern

So when one night, he deigned to gather
Parts of plants he thought would matter
And he boiled them in a brew to drink
Then promptly expired in a lather, I think.

Don’t Wipe With It, Either
*an alternative ending by Perzephone @ Pagan Forum*

I once knew a talented fellow
That could weave a tale, fierce or mellow
But never did he ever learn
The leaf of tree, wildflower, or fern

So when one night, he deigned to gather
Parts of plants he thought wouldn’t matter
Cleaning his regions most tender
A fearsome red rash he did render

Lately, I’ve seen and…

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Today’s reading

Today's reading

Four of Cups

Lethargy or laziness, locking an individual in a cycle of wasted energy, while all around is the source of inspiration, there for the taking.

… apathy… lethargy…, being unaware of the bounty of life around. Being shut indoors, bored and unstimulated. Pent up frustration. Need to get out into the world.

Memories of our Hieromum

It’s been funny how we are hearing from people all over the world about Laura. For us she was our Hieromum, we had forgotten that we shared her with people all over the world. We never took her for granted but somehow we always thought she would be there. There was always another ordination or ritual or Faire coming up and Laura would be there… and now she is not. There is a Grand Canyon size hole in all our hearts.


I have so many memories that float through in random pictures. Laura bringing back Harry Potter and the Philosopher Stone from England on one of her many trips before it was released here and telling me I had to read it. That I was going to fall in love and I did.


The Birthday BBQ I gave myself and no one else showed up but Laura and her being a bit miffed at me because we didn’t have a corkscrew for the wine she brought because we don’t drink.


Laura showing up for my ordination in a Xena t-shirt because she knew I was fan and being flabbergasted when I showed up in a dress. We laughed so hard. She was sure I was going to be in jeans and a t-shirt or button down since I rarely dress up.


Her little notes about what she liked when I posted a new story. The last one I got I think was the one about Aurelia the jellyfish. I didn’t tell her that the Latin word for a moon jelly is Aurelia, I wish I had.


Her “by the way you need to lead the “knot of Isis” now” with little or no warning because she knew I could.


Her supporting me at Mom and Dad’s funerals. Her kindness when my little brother died and my heart broke.


Her gentle and not so gentle pushes when I got shy sometimes. Her humour and straight forwardness when she thought some one was behaving badly. She didn’t suffer fools or blowhards gladly but she was nice to their face.


Her writing me after I posted about DianaWynneJones’ death and how I’d enjoyed her books and asking me where should she start reading. Allowing me to return the favour of introducing her to HarryPotter.


Allowing me to lead our annual forays into botanical gardens every spring. I’d wanted to do the Arboretum this year but this year she was too ill and I just couldn’t bring myself to schedule it without her. Remembering walks at the Huntington, Descanso, Sepulveda and RanchoSanta AnaBotanical Garden. Our Museum trips for Cleopatra or the PacificAsiaMuseum or the Bowers, always with a good meal of tea along the way.


Going over to Laura’s house when I knew she wasn’t home and planting roses and flowers and herbs in her front yard, just because.


K is for Keeping Vigil – A Pagan Blog Post

K is for Keeping Vigil



Last week I was honoured to be allowed to do service for our Hieromum. She went into Hospice before she died and we kept vigil until she died. I’ve attended my dad and mom’s deaths but both of them died in Nursing homes and there is a limited amount of time you can spend in a nursing home before you are just in the way even if they are supposedly under Hospice care. Laura was allowed to go home and be surrounded by people who loved her 24 hours a day and as well as having 24 hour Hospice nursing.


Laura was allowed to die with her altar a few feet away surrounded by her goddess statues and art. And we were allowed to ease her passing in a dignified way.


We read to her her favourite invocations, prayers and poems. Some of which she had written. We sang to her and we held sacred space in our Temple. She could have the door and windows open and no that her garden was near by. We could touch her and reassure her and ourselves as the process went on.


She was never alone. No one should die alone if they don’t want to and Laura didn’t die alone.


Dying is not for sissies. It’s just as much a labour as being born is and seems to be difficult at times for the person in the process. I was on-call clergy for the AIDSServiceCenter for many years but as clergy unless asked you can’t stay long. I was prepared I thought but sitting with Laura was different. This was someone I loved even more than I loved my mom. (My mom was not a particularly nice person.) Cam died in an emergency room the night before we were to fly up and be at his surgery so I couldn’t be there for him.


To attend the dying you have to be willing to just be and let them go. You can’t send energy as it seems to confuse them and they are in the process of dumping energy. Their energy spikes and gets sparkly as they attempt to leave their body. Their breathing changes, they itch and need to be soothed. They may or may not be in pain. They get fearful at moments and ask for help even if they are not fully conscious and you have to be willing to do what they need and not get in their way no matter how much you love them, this is not about you. This is about them.


You may cry and we did many times but you cannot grieve until they are gone. You are there in service. You are there to hold sacred space. You are there to hold the way open and acknowledge their life. You are there to love. Anything else can wait. If you aren’t willing to do that you shouldn’t be there.


We had a rotating assemblage of priestesses and one priest. Laura didn’t ordain many men. We laughed and told her we loved her. We cried and prayed and sang to her. We had people there by attunement including our priestess who was teaching in Greece and couldn’t come home until this week.


We will miss her but I’m so glad we could do this for her. Every one should be allowed to die surrounded by love and dignity. I couldn’t be there when she died at dawn on  Monday but three of our sister priestesses were and were allowed to wash her and clothe her for her last journey and to read what Laura requested.


She is gone but never completely. She was our guide and our shining star that never will go out.