I realized today — I don’t know how to pray. I do pray, quite often, but it’s always clumsy, and sort of haphazard, like I’m picking my way through a cluttered cabin full of spiritual knick-knacks and doodads, trying to find just the right one for my purposes. Quickly uttered “Dear Brighid, please wrap so-and-so …
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Cleaning the Storm Windows
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 …
Expelling the Venom
A lesson I have yet to learn: other people’s advice is never as good as my own intuition. On Saturday night I went with some friends to their belated Full Moon ritual. They’re just starting their ATC practice, so it was the first time they were doing an ATC Full Moon ritual. It was pretty …
The Key
I wear a key around my neck. It rests on a chain next to a silver and gold (or gold and white gold; can’t tell) snake pendant and a gold ring with a small sapphire in it (that has never fit me, so on my necklace it stays). The key itself is silver colored, and …
Cunctatitis (or, the disease of procrastination)
I had a real struggle with this week’s Pagan Blog Project. I could not, for the life of me, think of anything that started with a C. All I could think about was procrastination, my constant companion throughout my spiritual life. Enter my super-nerdy boyfriend, informing me there IS a word that starts with C …
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Turning the Heel: A Rite of Passage
My Oma, Egbertine, was the eldest of seven children. She was born during The Great War, in 1917. By 1924, her mother Jantje (I’m named after her) relied heavily on Tine to take care of her siblings. She was seven years old when she had to assume the role of secondary mother. They lived in …
Dedication to Brighid: ritual debrief
I do a few things quite well. One is writing. I’m a good writer. I also make really excellent hashbrowns. And I do a good ritual (with some — ok, half, but with edits — of the parts borrowed from this one here). I was distracted and scattered before the ritual. I wasn’t paying attention, …
The Detangling of Yarn
I just spent half an hour detangling some seriously knotted yarn. Yarn detangling isn’t boring; it’s just tedious. It’s interesting to note just how tangled your yarn is, and wonder at how you got it to be so tangled – but that interest wanes quickly, and then you detangle your yarn while thinking I don’t …
Recent Dreams
I’ve had three recent nightmares that are incredibly vivid. One I’m not going to go into detail on — all I’ll say is it involves Pennywise the clown. *shudder* The other two I want to talk about (and I pretty much never share or write down my dreams). I’ve had nightmares for a long time …