tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71331869034611203982011-10-06T18:36:43.411-04:00Walking my Path as Best I Canonelittlepagannoreply@blogger.comBlogger1461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-44293452262832794042011-01-06T20:07:00.000-05:002011-01-06T20:07:37.542-05:00

Today was a difficult day.  The reasons aren't important, but I was about as conflicted, tired, and tested as I could be at that moment without actually being torn apart from the inside. I did ancestor work earlier today and still had the candle on their altar burning.  I decided it was getting late and that it was time to blow out the candle.  When I got to the altar I began to sob.  No trivial

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I'm not even going to try to write about my intentions/thoughts/plans for 2011 in a linear fashion.  They just aren't organized that way.  So, without further ado, I give you a list, in no particular order. There is no reason why I need to address every single thing that I could possibly do to improve my life right this instant.  While keeping an ongoing list of the little things that I need to

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Greetings from the land of the sick!  I got through all of the holiday mayhem just to come down with a truly retched cold.  I'm still recovering, but am feeling more human.  And I am determined to celebrate New Year's Eve properly, which means with home made appetizers and lots of movies with my sweetie (yeah, I'm a party animal).  I think I'll skip the alcohol this year, though. Because I

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I stayed awake until 4:30 in the morning to see the eclipse, but heavy cloud cover hid it from view.  I would love to say that I took this frustration in stride, but it would be a lie.  In fact, I am downright mopey about it.  I did get to see the moon briefly last night though, and again tonight.  She laughed at me and said that there was a reason I couldn't see her last night.  Darned if I know

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Ok, I am clearly not feeling the reverb10 prompts this week.  But that doesn't mean I haven't been reflecting on the past year!  For the most part, I've concluded that 2010 can dissolve in a pool of acid.  That's a slight exageration, but there are very few parts of this year that I wish to hold onto.  My husband's birthday party. Twilight Covening.  The week-end workshops with Orion.  My recent

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Today's reverb10 prompt left me cold, but I found an interesting "game" on SARK's blog (you know SARK's work, right?) Transforming What Hurts Into What Helps Share one thing in your life that's challenging or difficult, and one thing that you're glad about that challenge or difficulty. Well, the obvious would be depression.  Suffering from clinical depression is inarguably challenging and

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Party. What social gathering rocked your socks off in 2010? Describe the people, music, food, drink, clothes, shenanigans. I'm not a big party person by nature, so I don't have many examples to draw from.  But upon reflection, there was one gathering this year that really did rock my socks, and I can even say that I hosted it: the party we threw for my husband's thirtieth birthday.  In formula,

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December 8 – Beautifully Different. Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different – you’ll find they’re what make you beautiful.  (Author: Karen Walrond) You have got to be kidding me!  You want me to think of things I do that light people up?  Can't I just reflect on all of my terrible

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Community. Where have you discovered community, online or otherwise, in 2010? What community would you like to join, create or more deeply connect with in 2011? (Author: Cali Harris) 2010 did not turn out to be as community oriented as I would have liked.  While I did slightly deepen my involvement in one group, I let me commitment to another group -- one which I was already fairly involved

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I just impulsively signed up for Reverb 10, so theoretically I will be posting every day for the rest of December.  We'll see how that goes!  :-P  In part, this is because the "reflecting on 2010" parts of the 2011 Creating My Goddess Year workbook I am in process with did not speak to me, and I feel it is important to do some year-end reflecting while preparing for the new year. Make. What was

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Feeling a bit frazzled and waiting for the plumber to arrive, I reached for one of my favorite books: Seasons of the Witch by Patricia Monaghan.  It opened right up to this poem: Hera Alone, on the MountainFrom this height I can see everything.  I watch the day recede, I watch the light fade into red, I watch the brown leaves fall to earth. It is time to strip to the bone. Time to measure the

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First I was overwhelmed by preparing for Thanksgiving (btw, happy late turkey day to my fellow USA-ers).  We needed to not only get pies baked and deviled eggs deviled, but we needed to get all of our Yule gifts finished to give to the family members we would be seeing, which led to a lot of frantic running around.  I'm glad to have that done with! Now I'm overwhelmed with something entirely

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Ahhh, there's nothing like direct orders to get a gal back into the swing of things, spiritually speaking. While doing my daily candle meditation I slipped into a light trance, which has never happened before.  When I came out of it I had a strong urge to go for a walk through my local cemetery (which is where I do most of my walking) and made a bee-line for my favorite part, an area that is

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As you may have guessed, I was not feeling my best on Friday.  As a consequence, I have somewhat fallen off of the spiritual practice bandwagon.  Since it was largely maintaining a spiritual mindset that was keeping my mood and energy at such a positive point previously, this has not been helping my resilience any, which of course just creates an endless cycle of guilt, moping, and chocolate. 

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It's so easy to forget that you are depressed. You start doing something new, you dedicate yourself to some new plan or activity, life gets busy, and you aren't thinking about it anymore.  But that doesn't mean it has gone away, because even though the only way to describe depression uses the word "feeling," it's not an emotion.  Feeling depressed is not really what depression is about.  It's

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Once upon a time there was a little pagan.  Because she worked with the runes, the goddess Freya found her and claimed her for her own.  For many years, the little pagan worked with Freya.  As she became more adept at spirit work, she saw the goddess less and less, but that was ok.  She knew that Freya was always around, and that she wanted the little pagan to grow and try new things.  Eventually

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I spent this week-end at a wonderful workshop on Hoodoo/Conjure, taught by the inimitable Orion Foxwood.  You might expect that I would leave with a number of plans for hands to make and graveyards to visit (which I did! So many plans!).  What you might not expect is that I came home and began to clean my house.  But that is what I did first.  The practicality of the system really brought home to

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When I attended my favorite pagan event of the year (that would be Twilight Covening) I had the opportunity to do some deep work labyrinths.  For those unfamiliar with the spiritual use of the term, a labyrinth in this context is a unicursal path -- unlike a maze, there is only one path and no wrong turns.  It is a powerful meditation technique for approaching your own inner core for guidance and

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1.  You never know if a fledgling daily practice will survive it's first bad day, so I was glad to see that I stuck to my meditation after lunch.  Even though I completely lost track of time and could have been late to an appointment, I sat down with the candle for around 5 minutes.  No, it wasn't my best meditation session ever, but I didn't blow it off.  I showed up, that counts for a lot. 2.

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Sometimes a major holiday sneaks up on me.  I end up tossing together a quick ritual, perform my pagan duty, and move on with my day.  In fact, I would be willing to state that to be the usual state of affairs -- good with the day-to-day devotions, not so on top of the big yearly rituals.  Or full moons.  But full moons are an entirely different problem and not relevant to this post.  But the

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I am ashamed to admit this, but I don't really meditate.  Once a year or so I'll come across a book or website that convinces me that I will never be a real magic worker/spiritual seeker/decent human being unless I do sitting meditation, so I decide to recommit myself to the practice.  This time, I tell myself, it will be different.  This time I will stick with it.  This time, I too shall become

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I consider myself to be above average in the self-knowledge department.  There may be a lot that I haven't figured out about what I have to offer and where I am going, but I spend enough time naval-gazing that I am well aware of my own tendencies, feelings, and patterns. Like any self-respecting pagan, I know my astrological chart.  There is a bit of paper with all of my planets and signs

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Hi again!  Sorry about the long absence.  I'm back now, but I make no promises about how long I will be here and how often I will post.  I remain an "at will" blogger. Today's adventure started with an innocent walk.  I figured I'd just take a quick stroll before lunch.... famous last words.  I found a wooded pathway I hadn't seen before, followed it past a hidden grotto (I'm only exagerating

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(the completed portion of the carboy cover I mentioned yesterday)

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As the idea of my impending home ownership becomes more and more real, I find myself becoming increasingly domestic.  It's frustrating that I want to start nesting now, when it is least productive for me!  I can't focus on improving where I am, because I will be leaving it soon, but I can't do anything practical for the new place because I'm not there yet.  I've been spending a ridiculous amount

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I have been the tiniest bit busy these past few weeks, with looking for a new job to replace the one which is ending in June and with my husband and I making an offer on a house.  For reasons that are not important in the grand scheme of things I hit a breaking point earlier today.  One too many stressful demands were made on me, and I could no longer move forward.  It was in this state --

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I find myself working extensively with the ancestors of late.  For many people, this would not be a surprising statement -- many paths of witchcraft and other culturally based practices (Hoodoo, Santeria, even heathenism) place a great amount of emphasis on working with ones ancestors.  But I've never done this before.  Walking an eclectic path of my own making, no one ever pushed me beyond my

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I decided to take advantage of this beautiful early taste of spring by taking a nice walk to a nearby graveyard in order to try out some of the techniques I learned in Orion's conjure workshop. On the way out I saw the first crocuses of spring coming up! Once I got to the graveyard I knocked three times, as instructed and waited for a response. Since this is a fairly modern graveyard, the

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While in the midst of absorbing the wonderful knowledge gleaned from the conjure workshop, planning a very personal piece of spellwork, inching forward with faery seership, and (oh yeah!) taking care of the six thousand little things that make up daily life, I have been thinking about good psychic self care. Unless you're a hermit, you spend every day surrounded by people. Many of these are

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Having returned The Red Book to the library, I have fallen back into my mid-winter February lull. I'm doing much better than in past years (thank you light box!), but I'm wouldn't describe myself as terribly motivated just now. Of course, that is probably one of the lessons of the season -- we are meant to turn inward during the cold season in New England. That said, I think it is important

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A month ago I was sitting at my desk at work, minding my own business, when I glanced across the room and saw the holy grail in book form. In the near corner of the room, standing on a book truck, was The Red Book by Carl Jung. I first heard about the book when it was published amidst great fanfare last year, and had longed to get my hands on a copy, but the price tag (over $100) was a bit

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Imbolc was never my favorite holiday, but I may have to revise that estimation after today!I lit a fire in my cauldron. Once it was well established I began to feed a large cutting from my Yule tree into it, piece by piece. With each piece, the flames suddenly flared into life, reaching high above the confines of the cauldron, terrifying in their majesty and their capacity to set off a smoke

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I had some trouble picking a poem for this year's Brigit Poetry Festival. Once upon a time I wrote poetry, but that was ages ago and I have nothing of my own to offer. I wanted to find the perfect poem to capture this season -- cold and brittle, but with the slightest hint of hope. But I couldn't think of anything that spoke to me. Then I realized the answer was obvious. Brigit as patron of

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I'm far enough into the new year intentions that I set to have run into some walls, and even to have begun breaking through the other side of some of them, so that is good. I am currently reading four books, each of which has been helpful in some way.1. Kissing the Limitless by T. Thorn CoyleI have fallen in love with this book. It's the perfect book at the exact time I needed it. She writes

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Last night I did the New Years Eve Blue Moon intention ritual as planned. It was a simple thing. Before the ritual began, I wrote out each intention on a post it note. My intentions for this year were "Put myself forward," "Make mental health a priority," "Keep my practical affairs in order," "Keep growing," "Pursue spiritual growth," and "Trust the process." Once I was in ritual I simply

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In comparison to where I was this time last year, I am doing quite well emotionally. That isn't to say that I'm in a cheery and expansive sort of mood (when am I ever?), but that I am standing on firm ground rather than sinking into the mire, even if that firm ground is in somewhat of a lowland. Rather than the despair and near frantic clinging to any scrap of hope I could reach, I find myself

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I was feeling the call to do some sort of spiritual exercises tonight, but couldn't think of anything off hand, so I decided to flip through one of my go to books -- Witch Crafting by Phyllis Curott. It's not my favorite, but it has an abundance of good quality exercises for those times when I want to do something witchy, but I don't know what. Tonight, however, I ran across an absolutely (

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I hope that in my last post I did not give the impression that my battle with the depression demons was over. While things are looking much better, I'm still struggling with the ennui that comes with these episodes. I intermittently feel like my head has been replaced by cotton candy and my motivation kidnapped and taken to Guam.Case in point: for the past five years I have traditionally

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This past month has been mixed, spiritually speaking. I was hit hard by the depression demons, which was rough, but had the benefit of helping me to realize that there is a major seasonal component to my depression. This motivated me to buy a light box, which has helped enormously. I'm still feeling somewhat sluggish, but am feeling significantly better than I did even a two weeks ago! But

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There is a (completely non-required) book that goes along with the Faery Seership program I've been talking about. My copy arrived in the mail this morning, and I am in love with the poem which was chosen to open the whole thing. I've reread it 3 times already, and I get chills every time.Here it is: "Unrest" by Don Marquis (1878-1937)A fierce unrest seethes at the coreOf all existing things:

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As it turns out, the spiritual ennui which I complained about in my last post was not accidental. It was my spirit clearing the way to embrace something new. I'm sure that I will pick up pieces of my old daily practice eventually, but for now I am free to throw myself whole heartedly into a new system of practice.You see, this week-end I completed the first intensive of the faery seership

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I would like to blame my lack of spiritual pursuits (and thus my absence from this blog) on the construction which forced me to dismantle my altar for nearly a month. However, that is just an excuse. I could have set it up again in my living room, but I didn't. And even now that my front porch is open again and my altar has been restored to its rightful position I'm still not doing much of

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It's amazing how calming an accurate divination can be. I was stressed about an upcoming vacation, plans with friends, my etsy store, and 42 million other things that were pulling me in a million directions and had me running around like a crazy person. Then I stalked out to my altar and pulled runes, asking "What do I need to focus on today?" The result:Nauthiz: rune of constraint, necessity,

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I mentioned in my last post that the first condition which was placed on me for getting some spirit help with my writing was that I redo my creativity altar. I originally set this up a couple of years ago on the top shelf of the tower that holds my computer, but I dismantled it in favor of Yule decorations. Once Yule was over (and I finally decided to take down the decorations -- they were

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After not doing much of anything spiritual for a month, I attended shamanic circle on Friday. It was really great to be engaging spiritually again, and I had two interesting and productive journeys. First, we did a group journey on travel and transitions (those being common themes for the 5 people present this week). When I arrived in my usual starting location -- a clearing behind a river and

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From Rob Brezsny's Free Will Astrology for this week:CANCER (June 21-July 22): "His heart was growing full of broken wings and artificial flowers," wrote poet Federico Garcia Lorca. "In his mouth, just one small word was left." There were times during the first half of June when I was tempted to borrow those words to describe you, Cancerian. Now, thankfully, you're moving into a much brighter

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Since starting my new temp job, I have not done a single spiritual activity beyond my morning devotions. Zilch. Nada. Nothin' at all. I'm not happy about this, but am trying to put it into perspective. I've had a major change in my schedule, which is obviously going to shake things up a bit, and I am currently deeply involved in several craft projects and in biking, which means that my

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-56473896365248005212009-05-22T14:54:00.003-04:002009-05-22T15:31:57.307-04:00

My experiment in incubating ideas was a success. I spent an hour on Monday sitting outside thinking, and came up with a good idea for how to fit all of my interests into a limited amount of time. Which is good, because I will be rejoining the ranks of the employed, at least until June 30. Considering all of my side projects, time may be tight during that period, but I think it'll all be ok.***

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-2898156729584376532009-05-15T15:23:00.003-04:002009-05-15T16:17:32.185-04:00

In high school my teachers always told us that we should start our assignments early, because you couldn't sit around waiting for divine inspiration to strike. In college, I proved them wrong.Whenever I had a paper assigned and no idea what to write about I would gather together all of the relevant books, plus my notebook for that class, and spend an evening at the library. Once there, I walked

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-58022708722145749842009-05-07T15:06:00.003-04:002009-05-07T15:15:14.334-04:00

Upon the urgings of a tree spirit I recently began working with, I have turned my attention to a new and perhaps unusual spiritual pursuit: keeping house. I've always known that tending the hearth could be taken a spiritual activity, have even been tempted to look into it, but my inherent antipathy towards cleaning and ennui in regards to clutter kept me from giving it a try. Now I'm being

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-56273627907034417562009-05-01T15:07:00.002-04:002009-05-01T16:10:46.884-04:00

Last year, I had trouble connecting to the energy of Beltaine. I thought that I needed to be in a passionate fervor, and it just wasn't happening. This year I am also lacking in energetic enthusiasm, but I feel Beltaine around me and through me nonetheless. It's a gentle sort of energy, loving and enveloping without being insistent or cloying. No demands, just the offer of love and support.

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-61399344510023082092009-04-24T20:33:00.005-04:002009-04-24T20:51:37.517-04:00

Today was my bi-annual moving of the altar. I decreed that it is finally reliably nice enough out for my altar to go into the enclosed front porch. It's so much nicer than having it indoors; I can see the moon at night, hear the outside noises, and feel a bit more isolated from the mundane concerns of my apartment. I would love to keep it out there year round, but it just gets too

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-51900890026485712632009-04-17T15:49:00.003-04:002009-04-17T17:23:30.586-04:00

I love sunny days. Here in New England it feels like we get precious few of them, so I try to cherish those that I can by spending time outside, preferable on the local conservation land.I was happy to be able to ride my 5-speed bicycle. My husband has been slowly renovating it, and it's not quite ready for large, steep hills yet, but the conservation area isn't far. It's so much more fun to

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-45459799355572126922009-04-14T19:36:00.003-04:002009-04-14T19:58:14.861-04:00

Ok, so maybe hibernating is a strong word for it, but I have been rather distracted for awhile now, both from spiritual pursuits in general and this blog in particular. Some of that was mid-winter depression (which is still hanging around), some genuine busy-ness, and some the simple fact that I am easily distracted, even from things that are important to me.That said, I am back now. A few

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-40939012106669826622009-02-12T13:30:00.003-05:002009-02-12T13:37:16.208-05:00

Here in good old New England we've been having an unseasonably warm spell -- as in it was 55 degrees Fahrenheit yesterday. I rode my bike to the grocery store in a t-shirt and enjoyed it, which may be a sign of the apocolypse, but it's a rather enjoyable one.I usually hate the month of February. The Wheel of the Year promises that Imbolc is the start of a shift in seasons, but the cold and ice

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-5762360942354978662009-01-26T21:11:00.003-05:002009-01-26T21:28:05.330-05:00

I'm feeling a bit better, depression wise -- fish oil and making sure to get 20 minutes of prime sunlight a day seem to be making a difference, amazingly enough. I was not terribly optimistic about them, and really thought that I would have to switch antidepressants yet again. I'm glad I listened to my gut and tried these first! That said, I'm still not exactly filled with feelings of joy and

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-23230955832857534212009-01-21T17:58:00.003-05:002009-01-21T18:12:55.224-05:00

Depression has been kicking my ass these past weeks, and I haven't had the energy to do much of anything, including spiritual pursuits. Even though I know that spending time at my altar would likely help, it's hard to force myself to do it. That said, I did manage to do some journeying today and consult my spirit guides. I spoke with Bactrian Camel, who offered to help me through rough patches

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-72352264078696337552009-01-05T18:53:00.000-05:002009-01-05T18:54:21.641-05:00

Lights in the dark. That's the heart of our seasonal celebrations, and that's why I feel that our festivities are ill-timed. The solstice may be the longest night, but I'm not sure that it's the darkest. The colder it gets, the darker darkness becomes, and we won't reach the coldest part of winter for at least another handfull of weeks. That's why I feel that the entire period between the

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-44253533497025119602008-12-22T12:20:00.004-05:002008-12-22T12:35:14.158-05:00

I've been writing posts in my head all month, and am somewhat surprised that none of them have made it online. Sorry about that! I didn't mean to take a hiatus, but I guess I did.I had planned to write a post today about how I broke out of my holiday funk by attending a beautiful solstice ritual. It was going to be a stirring post about the power of hope, the beauty of community, and the peace

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-61622342566835939372008-12-08T17:34:00.003-05:002008-12-08T17:52:37.890-05:00

I may love the yuletide season, but that doesn't mean it isn't stressful. In my enthusiasm for the season (and my new unemployment) I have taken on nearly a dozen different craft projects, including making all of my own holiday cards. Any of these projects would be fun and rewarding on its own, but together they form an incredibly daunting prospect. And I swear that I've found a new project to

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-35738092154049981622008-11-30T15:37:00.003-05:002008-11-30T16:12:32.287-05:00

With Thanksgiving (US edition) past, it is now officially the Winter Holiday Season (tm). I'm lucky, in that I've never had any real trouble reconciling my celebration of the winter solstice with family Christmas. It helps that my family has never had a religious Christmas and that most secular yuletide traditions are either pagan-based themselves or interface nicely with my spiritual leanings.

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-92039119947861780812008-11-29T16:03:00.002-05:002008-11-29T16:41:45.367-05:00

There's something very appropriate about stocking up for winter right now. Our first wintr share pickup was two weekends ago, so we have a ton of root vegetables right now. They'll last for a long time, of course, but not forever (especcially since we don't have a root cellar or anything like one). We spent most of today preparing things to freeze, such as roasted butternut squash, some pasta

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-56907126515192513722008-11-28T22:44:00.002-05:002008-11-28T23:00:34.188-05:00

Through my experience at Twilight, I have become involved with a shamanic drumming circle in my area. Thankfully they decided to host a circle today, despite the holiday weekend. Yay! I woke up feeling decidedly cranky, and was not in a great mood for the majority of the day, so I almost decided not to attend. I'm very glad that I dragged myself out, though. I knew I would be. Getting out

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-62759738581966742342008-11-27T18:15:00.004-05:002008-11-27T18:55:02.937-05:00

I mixed up some sun water when I got up this morning (several drops of orange essential oil, plus a couple of drops each of lemon, rosemary, and geranium and two tiny amber beads in a small spritzer of water) and set it in my southernmost window to absorb the energy of the sun while I was out today. This was for use later in the cleansing I did as part of Sacred Susie's group cleanse for this

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-90314601721294972572008-11-26T22:57:00.004-05:002008-11-26T23:19:57.297-05:00

US Thanksgiving is tomorrow, so I have spent this entire evening baking pies to bring to the family gathering (one pumpkin, one apple, one carmelized pear, if you were wondering). Generally, Thanksgiving is my least favorite required holiday (as explained in last year's post), but this year I'm not minding it so much. I couldn't tell you what has changed, but it seems more appropriate this year

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-51372400662703848862008-11-25T20:55:00.003-05:002008-11-25T21:00:58.124-05:00

It's amazing what a huge impact small actions can have, yet how easy it is to forget to do them! I know I've said that many times here, but it's something which I seem to rediscover again and again. I just spent five minutes chanting at my altar, and I feel so much more centered. In just five minutes! I've realized that singing/chanting is the single most effective way for me to center (

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-1549511268337971552008-11-24T21:17:00.004-05:002008-11-24T21:40:03.463-05:00

I was just thinking that I must be slipping into another depression -- I've been tired and listless and haven't been keeping up with any of my interests. But that's not actually the most likely explanation. I'm sick! I think I've been fighting this off for at least two weeks, maybe longer.I've been trying to do some work with learning to listen to my body more. The original intention was to

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-67583994747362938202008-11-23T19:52:00.003-05:002008-11-23T21:56:10.751-05:00

Due to either an incipient cold or exposure to kitty allergens, I am not feeling terribly well this evening. Thus, I think that I will avail myself of the magic of hot chocolate, and get some rest.I apologize for the insubstantial nature of this blog post, and hope to have something more interesting to say tomorrow!

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-39053446303291348902008-11-22T13:22:00.002-05:002008-11-22T13:30:10.882-05:00

It is something of a truism that magic will only work when you take appropriate actions mundanely, as well. Considering how much better I feel now that one of the two major sources of last week's panic are taken care of, I have to say that it is a truism for good reason. Now as soon as I make it to the post office I should be feeling free as a bird! Then, perhaps one more good cleansing will

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-57891271960947653332008-11-21T18:11:00.003-05:002008-11-21T21:09:21.874-05:00

It is so cold outside the my eyes go numb in the wind as as I ride my bicycle, and I can no longer deny that it is winter. This fact does not please me. I love Yule, I love snow, I love hot chocolate on a cold day.... but I do not love winter. The long season of dead trees and bare ground, of shivering through the warmest coats and breathing heat dried air all day seems to get longer and

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-55272501529119306632008-11-20T20:28:00.003-05:002008-11-20T20:37:17.109-05:00

I just glanced over at my calendar and realized that the new moon for November falls on American Thanksgiving this year. Neat! Coincidentally, the previous day will have been my last day at my job. I could not have planned this better if I tried! I'm glad that I realized this now, so I'll have some time to think about how best to utilize this energy. We'll be visiting family, but I may be

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-15638364620377109532008-11-19T21:59:00.003-05:002008-11-19T22:18:10.152-05:00

As you may remember from yesterday's post, I wanted to do a bit of magic to deal with a run of murky luck I've been having. I'm glad that I took the time to think it over today, rather than rushing into spellwork last night. Things went much better for having had that time to mull it over.Simplicity being the soul of effective magic, I decided not to do anything fancy. Instead, I combined a

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-9969079482116876332008-11-18T22:20:00.003-05:002008-11-18T22:59:08.035-05:00

This week sucks. I'm not comfortable revealing all of the details on a public forum such as this, but in the past four days I have gotten my first speeding ticket and been told that I am very overdue paying a bill for which I never received a bill of any sort. And I had a really bad day at work today. None of this is likely to be terribly dire, but I am feeling the need to do some sort of

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-64346163052546961342008-11-17T20:23:00.003-05:002008-11-17T21:29:22.803-05:00

When you make a promise to a deity, it is important to follow through on it. Likewise if you take a temporary geas upon yourself to bond with a deity, it is very important not to break it. This is basic stuff; anybody who's ever read the Brothers Grimm or a single myth from any culture could tell you as much. Which just goes to prove that I am a massive idiot.One of my yearly traditions is to

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-55262629591222619612008-11-16T16:09:00.003-05:002008-11-16T18:07:07.285-05:00

I'm thinking of starting to read more academic texts on paganism again. I used to be really into that -- I loved Drawing Down the Moon and Witching Culture, for instance. The friend I was staying with this weekend has an impressive collection of anthropological/sociological texts on the modern pagan movement, and it's rather inspiring. I've been meaning to finish reading Triumph of the Moon

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-25592807333839667082008-11-15T13:05:00.004-05:002008-11-15T13:17:27.738-05:00

Well, Jon Stewart was, in fact, awesome. It was less of a talk and more of a stand up comedy performance, which is just fine by me. He managed to make fun of the college's new mascot (which I am not so fond of either -- a bright pink pig in a tri-corner hat would never have happened in *my* day!), as well as cover gay marriage, what he will miss about Bush, why Obama will be a good president,

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-75184459984812182732008-11-14T09:51:00.002-05:002008-11-14T10:03:07.122-05:00

I am leaving now to hear Jon Stewart talk at my alma mater. Yay!Expect a more substantial post tomorrow (possibly about spirituality, but probably about Jon Stewart. If we're really lucky, I'll manage to combine the two)

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-68902848472691012008-11-13T21:47:00.003-05:002008-11-13T22:12:34.634-05:00

Today has been a decidedly non-spiritual day. After a rather long and crummy work day I got home and wasted the entire evening on the internet. I'm going to go try to turn my shower into a cleansing ritual, and then either go to bed, or watch an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I'm getting it via Netflix. It's so amusing to see again after so long!)

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-48070719077188689052008-11-12T20:54:00.003-05:002008-11-12T21:13:49.529-05:00

With a little lunar oil, it really is amazingly how well a clear quartz ball can impersonate the moon. It's sad that I can't see the full moon from my indoor ritual area -- I love the view during the warm months -- but my crystal ball does make an excellent ritual stand in. Now I just need to figure out why it wouldn't stay balanced in the shell I use as a holder. It always balanced perfectly

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-43303167682124007362008-11-11T21:10:00.003-05:002008-11-11T21:22:00.982-05:00

The simple rituals are always the best, really. I just finished dancing my heart out to emotionally charged music (Alanis Morissette's "Incomplete" and "You Learn"; Jewel's "Goodbye Alice in Wonderland") in a candle lit living room, with my totems in attendance. Of course I sang along, too. Why do I always forget how wonderful that simple magic is? I feel so much better.I remembered the joy

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-18545115690044852692008-11-10T16:47:00.002-05:002008-11-10T18:15:26.581-05:00

It's really hard to do try to do something actively spiritual every day in order to write about it. I got off to a very enthusiastic start, but that pace is proving to be more than I can maintain. That isn't to say that I'm not doing anything spiritual: yesterday I contacted a spirit animal to help me with an issue I've been struggling with for years (I felt odd putting out a spiritual help

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-5454410861507088622008-11-09T16:36:00.002-05:002008-11-09T16:44:57.512-05:00

Since today was so gorgeous, I decided to try working with the sun a bit. I work with the moon fairly as an entity fairly often, so i don't know why it never occurred to me to do the same with the sun. Perhaps it's because I feel more aligned with the domain of the moon: intuition, feeling, oceans. But that's really a false dichotomy isn't it? I live more in the light of the sun than the

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-13578798484889746862008-11-08T15:52:00.004-05:002008-11-08T16:28:33.434-05:00

I've been thinking about the nature of totems/power animals/what have you lately. There's no real consensus among Neoshamans (at least that I have seen), which leaves the questions open to anyone who cares to care about them. I think that discussion can be divided into two main categories: external v. internal and collective v. individual.External v. InternalAre animal guides (or any spirit

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-36960027110191175062008-11-07T22:50:00.003-05:002008-11-07T23:08:42.859-05:00

The intense focus on working with my spirit friends seems to be making difference. Despite having had a very busy day and not feeling terribly well, I did manage to maintain a connection to squirrel (one of my main spirit friends, and what most would call my totem) on and off during the day. It didn't work any miracles -- I was still tired and distracted -- but squirrel was there with me, and I

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-15059263660937441392008-11-06T17:03:00.003-05:002008-11-06T20:49:16.014-05:00

I'll be the first to admit that I tend to become infatuated with new ideas. Case in point: after finishing DIY Totemism I placed interlibrary loan requests for three books the author recommended. Not surprisingly, they all arrived at the same time, and now I am staring at a pile of three books to work through. If I can get renewals on all of them, that should give me two months, which is

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-59874911220257695342008-11-05T19:56:00.006-05:002008-11-05T20:16:17.501-05:00

We did it! I felt a profound sense of relief when I woke up this morning and found out that it hadn't been a dream -- Obama really did win. I can have my country back!**********I'm still excited to deepen my spiritual practice, but I'm already getting overwhelmed. I need to create some sort of structure, rather than running blindly from one inspiration to the next. Meditation is yielding all

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-64872778238837755932008-11-04T21:26:00.002-05:002008-11-04T21:52:24.417-05:00

I'm having trouble adjusting to having my altar indoors again. There are too many distracting noises! For instance, my altar shares a room with my computer, which is rarely turned off when I am both at home and awake. But the sound of the computer running, quiet as it is, serves as a potent distraction. So if I want to do any kind of spiritual work, I need to turn that off first. This

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-72008052560230030642008-11-03T16:42:00.002-05:002008-11-03T17:04:09.198-05:00

One of the side effects of my recent resurgence of spiritual practice is that I have given notice at my job. It's amazing how difficult it is to remain in an unhealthy, counter productive situation while spiritually revved up! I'm actually wondering how much of my spiritual lag was due to the ennui generated by that job. Probably more than I would like to admit.I will be at that job for

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-42890833198574914322008-11-02T16:09:00.004-05:002008-11-02T18:08:02.742-05:00

While reading random posts from the author I was telling you about yesterday, I encountered a description of how she words with the spirits of the animals in her drum. I can't find it right now, or I would link you all directly to it, but I found the idea fascinating, and surprisingly obvious. I'm ashamed to say that the idea had never occurred to me. So today I decided to try that myself.

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-31666836568550509402008-11-01T11:41:00.003-04:002008-11-01T12:21:04.542-04:00

Since getting back from Twilight, I've been wanting to deepen my spiritual practice again. I got off track over the summer, but now that we are well and truly into the fall I feel called to start moving again. This was confirmed in both the rune reading and journeying I did last night as part of my observation of Samhain. It's time for me to renew my commitment to this and have a new start (

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-67628273828795000452008-10-31T16:33:00.003-04:002008-10-31T16:49:35.092-04:00

Last year I divided Halloween and Samhain up into separate days, with 10/31 marked as a day of creepy mirth and celebration, and 11/1 as the serious holy day. Due to time constraints, I am not doing that this year, and I think it is a good thing. That was a false dichotomy which I created last year. It may have been appropriate at the time, but no longer serves. I should know better than to

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-71184574019544766892008-10-26T09:48:00.004-04:002008-10-26T19:39:42.333-04:00

Thanks to my experiences at Twilight, I have now found a local shamanic drumming circle. They meet twice monthly, and I was able to attend last week. I am so glad that I did! I won't be able to make it to their next meeting, and it's very important that I keep going with this influx of spiritual energy while it's still fresh! We took two journeys, the second of which tied together a number of

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-80684700132840642362008-10-20T16:00:00.004-04:002008-10-20T16:15:51.648-04:00

Over Columbus Day weekend, I attended my very first Pagan spiritual retreat. I've been trying to process the experience as fully as possible, but it's difficult. Suffice it to say that it was an intensely meaningful weekend, whose repercutions I hope to continue feeling for a long time to come!Allow me to start by explaining the format of the weekend. Basically, the entire time we are there is

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-12186573448091518142008-10-07T18:59:00.003-04:002008-10-07T19:05:10.336-04:00

I know I've plugged Rob Brezsny's Free Will Astrology here before, I am going to do it again. My horoscope for the coming week is so hilarious, I absolutely must share it!CANCER (June 21-July 22): One of the most famous pop culture icons in Indonesia died last July. Mak Erot, who was over a hundred years old, was renowned for her skill in helping men develop more sizable reproductive organs. The

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-30455708926391932642008-10-06T16:08:00.003-04:002008-10-06T17:00:19.989-04:00

I've been wanting to write about seasonal foods for awhile, and now that it is autumn it seems like the perfect time. I love fall foods!As a pagan, I feel that it is important to stay connected to the cycle of the seasons, the rhythm of the earth. One way of doing that is to try to eat seasonal, locally grown food. This isn't to say that I don't eat food shipped in from California, Mexico, and

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-74705319649495689992008-09-29T20:53:00.002-04:002008-09-29T20:59:59.064-04:00

For my new moon ritual, I decided to take Sacred Suzie's advice and "listen to the voice that's gotten small and speaks in whispers because it hasn't been heard in so long but it's still trying." The response I got was surprising, to say the least. It said "Be still." This, despite my desperate feelings of stagnation. I guess I need to stop struggling, and let things unfold. Perhaps all of my

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-57885013016017410532008-09-22T19:42:00.003-04:002008-09-22T20:07:01.712-04:00

I love the autumn equinox. The energy is moving towards the dark half of the year; there's a mystery and a chill in the air; the spirits are stirring -- but it's still fairly warm out. The light has a different cast, and soon I'll be pulling out my favorite olive green velvet jacket to walk and ride under the leaves as they begin to turn. It's the start of the best time of year, the time of

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-62965540627423625902008-09-15T20:54:00.002-04:002008-09-15T21:03:53.037-04:00

I really need to remember to pay more attention to the moon. I just finished my full moon ritual. Rather than participating in Sacred Suzie's full moon manifestation collages this month, I decided to simply honor the moon by listening and talking and offering homage. It was -- as always -- a profoundly energizing experience. I should remember to make that connection on other nights, as well.

onelittlepagannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7133186903461120398.post-18455095321686346282008-09-03T15:08:00.003-04:002008-09-03T15:20:21.271-04:00

I am back from my unscheduled hiatus! With luck, regular posting shall resume shortly.It recently came to my attention that although I have not made it out to my favorite wooded area once this year, I have still spent more time outside than I probably have in years. But all that time has been spent on my bicycle. It's a different form of communion with nature than I am used to -- less tactile,

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