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It’s been awhile since I broke out the sketch pad for actual sketching. Must be something in the air.
This little sketch excites me… The set of her jaw, the horns, the promise of action… I don’t know what.
Beautiful as always!
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primalheart asked: OMFGS! We need to make you a Queen's cabinet. Hell I need one too. Dark mahogany colored. Little drawers inside. Inscribed with sigils and words. Compact, portable if need be. Yes.....
Yes! Yes we do, I need it. I need it like now.
The kind with the doors you open to even get to the drawers, maybe in an iron open work design… I’ve dreamed of iron open work peacock doors and gates… and ones with roses.
I kind of love the idea of a portable/travel sized one.
But also one the size of my chest cavity at least. A small standing table top mirror will sit atop it… oval shaped… framed on either side by hanging sconces for candles.
Ah! I needs it. All inscribed and scribbled with sigils words… all scratched in, poured into the wood, bound in my the finish… dark wood gleaming in the firelight reflected from the eyes.
I know exactly what the wood will feel like, where to tilt my head and fingers to find the drawer I need…
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It keeps your mind active & fluid. A real need in today’s world
Also… might just be me… but it tends to limit stress.
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Primal Heart: Summer heat is rising...wherein I ramble a little madly →
The Morrighan is not good. The Morrighan is not evil. She is older than either of these constructs. She is. As the Earth is. This planet that has spawned humanity and all living things is a planet of hard and dangerous life. It is terrible and beautiful, and simply exists. Why do bad things…
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She sews! Doublet Vest sewing project →
This is where I ramble a little bit about my adventures in sewing, and my unending quest for a wardrobe that I love. Enjoy at your leisure.
A fun peek into the world of a very talented lady… ;)
I’m so excited for your new vest!
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Blood of my blood →
[Warning: This entry will be talking very explicitly about body parts, genitals, and body fluids. If that is a trigger for you please utilize self care and go on with your internet browsing in peace]
I have been meaning to write this entry or an entry like this for some time now. In light of the gender exclusivity/inclusiveness issues that we are once again discussing as a community after PantheaCon, it just seems timely. For those of you who want to get up to speed on the events of this Pantheacon and past that have brought the community at large to, what I think, is a helpful dialog please see: Unity, Diversity, Controversy and Gender, Transgender, Politics and our Beloved Community. Also keep a weathered eye on the Wild Hunt for more. This entry isn’t actually about the events or the movement that is happening in the pagan community. Overall I think the conversations that are happening this year, the tone, and the direction is all towards the future and is all good. The majority is moving towards inclusiveness and are being very civil. Sadly I don’t have any new insightful points to shine greater light on the events that transpired, or the future of the movement. Most of what I feel and my experience are echoed in these wonderful pieces by: The Lady Yeshe Rabbit, Devin Hunter, Storm Faerywolf, and here
So then why bother with a post at all? What is this business of blood and flesh and all that jazz? The vast majority of the conversation this year is more civil than the year prior, and the focus being about education and the appropriateness of cisgender-ritual at a public convention. But filtering through my dashboard, facebook, and so on is one sentiment that I would like to bring a different point of view on.
As this is a key to my public practice, and something that had deep spiritual effects on my personal practice, I felt the need to share. It’s my blog it’s what it’s there for. There seemed and seems to be a lot of voices out there that don’t understand what benefits can come from these rituals. Whether or not that lack of understanding and thus dismissal of the sacred impact it can have is due to trying to advance the important and real cause of equality for all genders, it doesn’t actually lend itself to furthering that cause.
So this is my story. A small story in a sea of many.
This right here folks. Seriously.
A beautiful and intimate post by my beautiful sister and friend.
Because there are many reasons for what we do. Many reasons for how we do things.
And this is but one.
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Sneak Peek of what I’m working on. Got major plans for this and the future. Expect to see more.
Time to get back into the groove of things, magic to be had.
Oh! <3
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Fueled by a desire to make change happen, to have a better world. We made magic the way that we knew how to make magic. But imagine if it went further? Imagine if others look on the Mother of New Time and not just pass it up because it’s not how they do magic. But took up the cause and made their magic? What if those who don’t cast spells, took it up in prayer and petitions? What if groups of all kinds and all paths under this umbrella of Paganism took this as a start and ran with it. Every full moon people of all creeds taking the time and the care to set the intention for a better future for all. The energetic wave would be awe inspiring.
More than that, the chain of events would lead to real change. We set forth with our spiritual intention every full moon to the end of 2012. The moon then becomes a focus and reminder to wake up and take notice. Suddenly that news article you read, reminds you to pay special attention to that issue during the rite. You find yourself paying more attention to the news. You start to look into whether or not your candidates and representatives are supporting those ideals that you care about and pray for. It’s election year, you have a list of what is important to you, how you want the world to change. You can use that to help navigate the candidates , issues, the propositions. It becomes a part of your working mind, you make choices with your pocket book, with your voice. The ritual then is a wake up to be present in the shaping of the future! That is power. That is how change happens.
…Read More…My sisters have started a year long full moon ritual titled We, The Mother of the New Time. A powerful working to connect the consciousness of women around the world, with the potential to go so much farther. We can all grow a better future.
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In Honor of Bride →
Imbolc has never really been one of my BIG holidays. Usually I note it with leaving out some milk and honey, lighting a candle, saying a prayer and so on. It just always seemed to get overshadowed by Beltane, Lughnasadh, and Samhain. Bride, or Brighid, while someone I acknowledge and pay respect to, never was a deity I had much contact with. There seems to be much…conflicting information about the “date” of Imbolc. I’ve always gone with the information that I found early in my studies of Irish Folk Traditions which coincides with this lovely site: Là Fhèill Brìghde which states that her Saint day is Feb 1st, with traditional celebrations being on the Eve or the 31st. Now…apparently in other paths and traditions Imbolc is set for the 2nd or today. Frankly I don’t give much credence to our calendar anyway, at least not spiritually.
So I celebrated yesterday, and in much greater style than ever before. You see Bride had done me a great service and honor last year, and continues to do so. If you follow my tumblr you may remember me saying, I”m a plant killer, and the poor little rosemary bush that was not looking so good. Well the refugees didn’t make it very long, but the rosemary bush survived. I prayed, I watered that little beauty with Bride’s well water, fed it eggshells and coffee. Half of it died, my that half rest in peace, but the other lived on. So it’s a little mangled but ALIVE. And lo what did I spy not but a few days ago?…
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It was time
Time to return to the sea. It had been a growing need. The thundering of hooves in the mind blending with the rhythmic clash of the waves on the rocks. The soul centering balance of being at the place where all three worlds meet. Bad luck had been at my heels all winter, it all cried out for the cleansing waters of brine. There would be no stopping this pilgrimage. There would be offerings made, there would be fire, there would be water, no matter how cold.
The tide was high, and while the land surrounding this beloved slice of sea is going through much upheaval and change (a “reconstruction of the water table” that I am unconvinced is for the benefit of the land itself…) the beach and the sea remained as it ever was. The sky shone out cerulean blue from between its wisps of gray and the sun sparkled on the sea with tantalizing warmth. The evocative call of the sea and it’s jeweled adventures. Beautiful, deadly, a delightful trap if ever there was one.
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