Here’s a timely little poppet, in honour of Imbolc / Bridget’s Day.
On the anniversary of his death. Come, come, whoever you are.
From the book: Dear Universe Letters of Affirmation and Empowerment for All of Us by Yolo Akili.
I heart this beautiful doll that I found on WordPress today!
The hidden language of trees, translated through music. Love this so much! How beautiful. YEARS from Bartholomäus Traubeck on Vimeo.
I heart Etsy. Not that I endorse consumer culture overly much, but I do love artists and crafty-people. And a lot of folks on Etsy are moms making it work. I’m happy to support. If you’re gonna buy, to the best of your abilities, buy second-hand, local, handmade or mom and pop. (In other words, avoid community destroying big box stores and socially un-conscious, environment killing corporations.) That’s my motto. This week Fox and I finished the Lion, Witch and the Wardrobe for the second time. All the better this time round because he’s older and gets a lot more of the story. I have officially created a new fan of Aslan. All is right in the world of parenting. I won’t hide it – Narnia is my happy place.
Wildly popular words by modern bard, Tom Hirons. I can’t get enough of this poem. Recently he has published it in book format. You can get it here Hedgespoken Press Sometimes A Wild God Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways Of porcelain, of fork and mustard and silver. His voice makes vinegar from wine. When the wild god arrives at the door, You will probably fear him. He reminds you of something dark That you might have dreamt, Or the secret you do not wish to be shared. He will not ring the doorbell; Instead he scrapes with his fingers Leaving blood on the paintwork, Though primroses grow In circles round his feet. You do not want to let him in. You are very busy. It is late, or early, and besides… You cannot look at him straight Because he makes you want to cry. The dog barks. The wild god smiles, Holds out his hand. The dog licks his wounds And leads him inside. The wild …
Do you remember, brother those days in the wood when you ran with the deer — falling bloody on my doorstep at dusk stepping from the skin grateful to be a man? and do you know, brother just how I longed to wrap myself in the golden hide smelling of musk blackberries and rain? tell me that tale give me that choice and I’ll choose speed and horn and hoof — give me that choice all you cruel, clever fairies and I’ll choose the wood not the prince. by Terri Windling featured image by ShutterJH
Today outside your prison I stand and rattle my walking stick: Prisoners, listen; you have relatives outside. And there are thousands of ways to escape.Years ago I bent my skill to keep my cell locked, had chains smuggled to me in pies, and shouted my plans to jailers; but always new plans occured to me, or the new heavy locks bent hinges off, or some stupid jailer would forget and leave the keys. Inside, I dreamed of constellations— those feeding creatures outlined by stars, their skeletons a darkness between jewels, heroes that exist only where they are not. Thus freedom always came nibbling my thought, just as—often, in light, on the open hills— you can pass an antelope and not know and look back, and then—even before you see— there is something wrong about the grass. And then you see. That’s the way everything in the world is waiting. Now—these few more words, and then I’m gone: Tell everyone just to remember their names, and remind others, later, when we find each other. Tell the …
Around Bealtane (Spring Equinox) 2012, I set up my first altar. It was confusing at first, because I wanted an altar for a few different reasons: one was to honour my ancestors and guides and whomever else may be out there helping me out; the other was to have a place to do a daily devotional to my HP (higher powers); and another was to have a working altar where I could sit in circle and work on things like making tools, journeying and working with energies, in a more formal way than I have been doing so far. So I set up three alters at first… and it didn’t work. I felt like my energies were too scattered. I realized that the working alter would have to be opened and closed – like, assembled and disassembled, unless I wanted to be feeding it every day – which I initially did do, but having three alters to ‘feed’ every day actually takes up way too much time for me. I get about ten minutes in …