over 10 years of posts from Morag Spinner
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair and she dances out of time as slow as she can sway as long as she can say this dance is mine this dance is mine One of my favourite musical artists is Ani DiFranco. She’s a folk-rock-political singer-songwriter-righteous babe-freak. The first song I …
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I slept for a long time last night. I went to bed at 8pm, and woke up around seven this morning. I’m still tired, and could probably sleep for another twelve hours, truth be told. I don’t have the time, because today is my drive to Seattle, but I could. I had a really vivid …
My last post was heavy and I just wanted to share something that made me laugh a lot.
I was given a Very Inspiring Blogger Award by Waldhexe and Sky at Seastruck by the Crossroads. I’m blushing. With the blood of my enemies, according to Danny. 😉 So. The rules are as follows: 1. Display the award certificate on your website. CHECK. 2. Announce your win with a post and include a link …
That’s not a metaphor, strictly speaking. I did actually spend the greater part of yesterday and some of Saturday cleaning storm windows in my mother’s house. But I think it could be a great metaphor. The house is old, and creaky, and the porch wood has warped with the constant leaks and floods. We wrestled …
Dearest Friends! I would like you to help me spread the words that Singing “We all come from the Goddess” should NOT BE rewritten. It is my intellectual property. it is NOt a folk song, which by the way is the fate of many composers whose songs are stolen. You steal my song from now …
Not even a full-formed one. I don’t know. I was lying here on my hotel room bed and thinking about Dionysus, about all the Hellenic deities really, and it suddenly popped in my head: Dionysus and Lucifer. And then I found this post here, and it makes sense. But I don’t know how; I just …
I often wonder why I blog things. Part of it, of course, is to just have a place to think about it out loud. I suppose I could use a journal, but a journal doesn’t have commenters who throw lightbulbs at me, helping me refine my idea. And there are dangers associated with keeping your …
My mom got me this necklace from her holiday trip to Nicaragua. I love it because it reminds me of both Brighid and a Native Medicine Wheel (and I’m getting more and more involved in Native ideas and beliefs now that I’m taking First Nations Studies). It’s quite amazing how well some aboriginal ideas fit …
Sometimes I wish I was Catholic. Or, rather, I wish I had the same sort of vehicle for purging my negative emotions as confession. To be able to go to a respected elder and say “Forgive me, for I have sinned. I have allowed weakness to infect me. I have fallen lax in my spiritual …