“Fast Cars and Freedom” by Rascal Flatts
Today I was going to share mine and Sir Joshimus’s current obsession song, but as he was getting ready for work, he turned and looked at me and told me, “You don’t look a day over fast cars and freedom.” So, through tears of love, I had to go listen to this song and decided to share it with y’all today. I’ll go ahead and set up the other one for next week for you guys.
The night was dark and the wind was high,
And away in the distance rose a roaring,
Of some beautiful nightmare lullaby. Continue reading “Earth-bound Hunter”
I’ve been spending a lot of time in my own head again recently. In part it was my parents’ visit this weekend and the many things that are coming to a head as this year ends. But it has also been the coming of winter – even though it ran away again – that has me thinking deep thoughts that I mostly keep to myself. And as freezing temps washed over the hills in what is often the shape of winter here in central Alabama, I heard the soft calling of my mysterious God, Lir. Continue reading “On Lir and midwinter”
So I have to admit something. I’m not a huge follower of current events within the larger Pagan community. I don’t regularly read blogs. I have a few that I enjoy and I follow them when I remember to read them. But I don’t have a finger on the pulse of our community. I have my own small community, mostly online, that is so very important to me, and we are a diverse group of ladies who came together around five years ago and have created a small community of supportive, loving women. THAT is my community. And when I say diverse, I mean it. I am a hard polytheist who pursues relationships with five Deities and a few Divine Heroes. Another lady is a Wiccan priestess. Another? She previous defined herself as a pantheist or a panetheist, but now mostly just calls herself an Atheist Pagan. Continue reading “Choosing Peace”
Once I disparaged the darkness. Part was childish fear of things unknown, while part was the holding from my Christian past that taught that good was light and evil was dark. I wanted so much to be a part of the good and the light, and yet I always felt as if I walked in twilight, that cool grey that slipped between warm light and cold dark. And when I let my spirit roam, I slipped into each of those worlds and learned the secrets to be had there. I still reveled in the light, the shining brightness and explosion of color that could be found there. But I also learn to slip silently into dark places to appreciate their beauty and silently hear their tales. Continue reading “Musings on darkness and light”
“Misty Mountain Cold” from The Hobbit
When The Lord of the Rings came out, I was actually not familiar with it so I learned the story through the movies first, and then through the books. I had read The Hobbit and loved the story of Bilbo Baggins, so the story of his nephew, Frodo, was easy for me to get excited about. But The Hobbit was always my favorite story.
“Don’t Forget About Me” by Keith Harkin
One of the first things that turned me towards modern Pagan traditions is belief in and a relationship with fairies and other types of fae. I’ve had contact with the fae my entire life – seeing them easily despite the guise of bugs and small birds that they may wear; hearing their music beneath the rustle of wind-blown leaves. My young heart and mind never considered the fact that these magical beings did not exist – the same as I never considered that magic did not exist. So when I began exploring, I spent time following the fairy tales. Not Cinderella and Little Red Riding Hood, the tales about fairies. And, under the tutelage of first Danu, and then an’Dagda, the fairy stories led me to Irish myth cycles, and – eventually – my current faith.
Continue reading “Spiritual Saturday”