Father’s day is hard for me. I’ve been trying to reclaim it in Manannan’s name, as He is my Father now. Since I cut my bio-sire out of my life and accepted Manannan’s offer to adopt me, I have been looking for ways to heal the deep wounds left by having a narcissistic sociopathic abuser …
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What I learned this month (about hymn-writing, mostly)
Note: this post contains animated gifs. Setting out to write 30 hymns in 30 days didn’t feel like a super-ambitious goal, initially. I mean, it was a bit daunting, because I’d never written hymns specifically before, but the idea of writing something every day wasn’t scary (even if it was poetry). I figured it wouldn’t be …
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30 Days of Hymns, Day 9: hymn round-up and reflection on my progress
Let’s start with the reflection. It didn’t take long for me to fuck this up in some way. The first three days were great. I got up, got coffee, and made my first priority writing the hymn of the day. I did well, as those prompts were easy for me to get into. Day 4, …
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Imbolc and the 30 Days of Hymns project
Happy Imbolc, or Lughnasdh/Lammas if you’re in the Southern Hemisphere! I finished up Imbolc Advent last night before I went to sleep (so, 10:30am), and tonight I’ve got a few Imbolc projects I want to tackle. 1, writing on this blog and my Brighid blog-shrine. 2, cleaning the kitchen. (It’s yikes!ariffic.) 3, changing the hearth …
Creating my own challenge meme
I appreciate the chance the 30 Days of… memes give me to write posts on things I may not have thought of, and I like having a challenge to write 30 times on a certain topic. You’ve probably noticed my reinvigorated blogging has been mostly 30 Days of Paganism posts. However, those 30 Days of… …
QotD: Sept. 25th, 2013
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly, …
Fire in the Head
When you sit smothered in the wool of mediocrity feeling your creativity seep away like water through the earth light a candle and speak My name “Brighid I call you Brighid I beg you Wake up what’s lost Find what’s asleep Let the fire rage deep.” I will burn the wool away give you precious …
unbreakable
Note: I did write this poem in the shower, a day or so after having a Daddy Issues Movie-Marathon that included Hook. I light candles before I step Into the too-hot water I write poetry in the steam On the window of my shower I use three fingers to guide The razor across my skin …
Imbas Forosnai
So, Finn’s post on Awen for the Pagan Blog Project has inspired me a bit. As you may be aware, I worship Brighid. She’s a goddess of many, many things (as all gods are; let us remember to not ever reduce Them to one aspect), and one of those things is poetry. Poetry. Fire in …
Losing Time; Gaining Inspiration
Where did November go? I swear I just started it. This is a huge problem for me, quite often. I just…lose time. It’s like being abducted by aliens. I look at the clock and it’s two; I look again and it’s ten. I’ve lost eight hours to…I don’t even know. And it stretches on, into …