BunniHoTep helps Yemaya

Once upon a time there was a small rabbit goddess named BunniHotep. Occasionally she liked to go down to the seaside and sit on the sand and watch the waves come in. One day she had been sitting there for sometime and was actually becoming a bit bored when she saw a woman walking down the beach.

BunniHotep watched her walk slowly toward her and waited. The woman was a beautiful shade of dark brown and her lively hair was even darker, the colour of rich beautiful Nile mud and she walked with a queenly stride but she also seemed to be very sad. Her lovely brown eyes seem to hold the woes of the world in them and it weighed heavily upon her. She came up to BunniHoTep and sank gracefully down beside her.

In a low quiet voice she asked BunniHoTep, “Are you the one who finds things?” She sighed and fell silent.

BunniHoTep looked at her a moment and replied, “Yes, that is what I do if it is needed. Did you lose something important?”

The woman replied, “Oh yes, I have lost something very important but not something I necessarily want to find.”

BunniHotep was confused, “What can I do if you don’t really want to find what you have lost?”

The woman paused, “Maybe I had better tell you my story. Have you the time to listen?”

“I always have time to listen,” BunniHotep said and she sat waiting with her ears up and ready.

“My name is Yemaya and I am the goddess of the ocean as well as of people’s hearts and I make the sea salty so it is like the blood that flows in each of us but I make it salty with my tears and I don’t want to cry anymore.”

BunniHoTep nodded, “I can understand that but what do you want me to find? Your sadness? I don’t think I can do that even if you really wanted me too. Isn’t there another way?”

“That is why I came to you, Isis told me long ago how clever you were at puzzles and finding things. I am so tired I can no longer think so do you think you can help me find a way to keep the sea salty and no longer cry and still help my people?”

BunniHoTep was quiet for quite awhile. She stared at the ocean and she knew the life there would start to die if she didn’t do something soon. And then she thought of something in her Temple that was just sitting there doing nothing.

“Ah Ha!” She said, I have just the thing. Wait right here!” And she hopped away as fast as she could for there was no time to waste!

She got to her Temple and asked one of her priestesses to get the object from the offering storeroom and to please carry it back for her while she hopped quickly back.

The priestess came running, breathing heavily over the sand because running across hot sand is hard work.

“I have it!” the Priestess said. She was carrying a large box with a funnel on top and a large handle and a big drawer on the bottom.

“Please set it down and stand back, please.” BunniHoTep motioned for Yemaya to move closer. “I think this will fix the problem. This is a special object. It makes salt. All you have to do is once a day, turn the handle and take what is in the box and spread it across the water. That way you make the sea salty and only cry for people if you feel the need to not because you have to do it.” BunniHoTep stepped back and let her try it.

Yemaya turned the crank slowly and then faster. She went and spread the salt from the drawer across the tide after she had ground a bit.

“Oh, BunniHoTep, Isis was right you are a clever and loving rabbit. I will always treasure this. Thank you!” And she placed a kiss on the forehead Isis loved to kiss. She gave her a quick stroke across her fur and picked up her new treasure and walked back down the beach like the goddess she was.

BunniHotep and the Priestess walked back to the Temple to share a few nice carrots and a cup of tea.

From my silly brain and the Lapin Archives

2017 Witchy reading challenge so far

2017 Witches & Witchcraft Reading Challenge

ge”>2017 Witches & Witchcraft Reading Challenge

Initiate: Read 1 – 5 Witchy Books
Maiden: Read 6 – 10 Witchy Books
Mother: Read 11 – 15 Witchy Books
Crone: Read 16 – 20 Witchy Books

First two books are done. I think I’m driving myself crazy to do this paper on allegedly pagan literature for the Pagan Studies Conference at Claremont because I’m finding most things aren’t pagan and they really don’t qualify as literature.

If you know of any good pagan fiction authors other than the ones I have already confirmed, let me know in the comments.

Most are self identified or I know them

Diana Paxson – Former COG president

Kevin Hearne- OBOD – Iron Druid Series

Penny Billington – OBOD, Druid Detective series

Laurel K Hamilton

Yasmine Galenorn


M.R. Sellars

Morgan Daimler

Ellen Everett Hopman- FOI (Fellowship of Isis)

Patricia Kennealy Morrison – Keltiad series

Dion Fortune

Rosemary Edgehill

Cate Tiernan

Mercedes Lackey

Deborah Blake

Mindy Klasky ? Cupcake Tarot?

Michael Munz

Caitlin Matthews FOI

John Matthews FOI

Silver Ravenwolf

Alice Walker

Philip Carr Gomm OBOD

Kevan Manwaring OBOD

Gail Nyoka

Ann Finnin – Roebuck

Barbara Ardinger – FOI

I turned my abstract in!

This is my proposal for the Panel on the Arts at the Conference for Contemporary Pagan Studies at Claremont Graduate University in January. My friend Alfred is doing the future of Pagan Music and Loren Raine is doing the Visual Arts and I’m supposed to be doing Pagan Literature, hopefully, I can do justice to the topic.

Pagan Literature – Where are we going and where are we now?

A review of the presently available pagan fiction by pagan authors, pagan- friendly authors (or at least the one that try not to offend us, and by non-pagan authors.

What is good pagan fiction? Is there more than Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter wannabes? Is there more than retelling of old legends? How are our deities  and belief/knowledge systems reflected?

Pagan authors are filling bookshelves and Kindles with good fiction that reflects our community as accurately as it can and still retain readers. Do you know who they are? How can we support them best? How do we find them?

Non-pagan authors are also filling the shelves with dreck and really offensive or just plain stupid drivel. (If this weren’t a proposal I’d use a different word. The Twilight series is not pagan literature!)

Where is this all headed if anywhere at all?

A current list of reasonably readable fiction in the fields of mystery, fantasy, paranormal romance and urban fantasy which seems to be where pagan authors end up.  (Or at least as much as I can track down and hopefully read.

Confessions of a Book Mangler

I have a confession to make, I mangle the physical books I read. If I really love a book or series I may buy two copies. That is why I have hardbacks and paperbacks of the entire Harry Potter series. I also have both the American and the British versions which have all been read once on the day they came out and since then I have only read the paperbacks which are well loved and mangled.

Fewer physical books are now endangered due to my owning a Kindle which just lets me get finger prints all over the screen and does not allow the turning down of pages or the breaking of backs of books which is almost always the first thing that happens when I love a book. Unless I have borrowed it then I treat it with care and by it on my own if I need to, then I can mangle it.

I’ve been trying to replace my well loved books with Kindle books but that isn’t always possible since some authors don’t like Amazon or they are old and mostly out of print like Our Hearts Were Young and Gay. A book that is definitely of its period but it still funnier than hell since it’s post WWI. And if it was on Kindle I’d buy it in a heartbeat.

I’m sorry but Kindles do win on things like being able to make the type bigger and to change the brightness of the page. I would have been in trouble if I’d had one as a kid because I wouldn’t have needed a flashlight under the covers.

I see nothing wrong with mangling a book you truly love and that you own. It makes them real like the Velveteen Rabbit.

Loving Eleanor

I don’t recommend books that often and maybe I should but I read this book when it came out a few months ago and there is a giveawy on Goodreads today for it.

I loved this book and I read a few books about Lorena Hickox and her relationship with Elenor Roosevelt before that I had really disliked because they were so insistant that they weren’t lovers when their letters and behaviour clearly showed they were.

I highly recommend the book but then I like just about anything she writes. She has several excellent series and she has a great bio of how the Little House books were written

2016 Witches &a Witchcraft Reading Challenge
Welcome to join me. I’m going to have plenty of time in the next few months so I will be reading a lot.
Here’s the link to the sign up post:
Initiate: Read 1 – 5 Witchy Books
Maiden: Read 6 – 10 Witchy Books
Mother: Read 11 – 15 Witchy Books
Crone: Read 16 – 20 Witchy Books
I made Crone last year in a month.

Okay, I’m falling down on the job here so here is my challenge so far this year:



I love the Iron Druid series. The Dani Corlee books are ridiculous and stupid and a waste of time if you want any kind of substance in the story. I love Lunea’s book, as a Flamekeeper of 17 years it gave me some new insights.




Doing this again this year

2016 Witches &a Witchcraft Reading Challenge
Welcome to join me. I’m going to have plenty of time in the next few months so I will be reading a lot.
Here’s the link to the sign up post:
Initiate: Read 1 – 5 Witchy Books
Maiden: Read 6 – 10 Witchy Books
Mother: Read 11 – 15 Witchy Books
Crone: Read 16 – 20 Witchy Books
I made Crone last year in a month.

I need to read more non-fiction this year

And lay off the Kindle Singles.

But I’m taking a favourite book with me to the hospital. “Our Hearts Were Young And Gay” by Cornelia Otis Skinner and Emily Kimbrough. I’m just going to have to be careful not to laugh too hard. It’s one of the funniest books I’ve ever read. It’s about two innocents abroad in Europe in the 1920s and their misadventures. Think the fur coats and the money purse under the skirt are just hysterical and the money purse reminded me of what mine did when I was alone in Britain in 1980. A story for another time. My mom introduced me to the book before she sent me off for a month alone in the UK as a college graduation gift, paid for my recently deceased at the time grandfather.  What she really wanted was to get me away from my first lesbian relationship. What she didn’t know was that we had just broken up and that was the source of the ulcer I was diagnosed with the week before I left.

Anyway, read the book and laugh.