This blog celebrated its 7th birthday on Wednesday! That’s insane. What it is has changed many times over the years and has lain fallow for more than a little of that time. But it’s still here and I still intend for it to be in the future. To those who have been with me through this trip, thank you for sticking around. And to our newest readers, welcome and welcome! As always, my darling goobers, I’m so very glad you’re here.
It’s been little more than a month since Christians across this nation celebrated the birth of a Middle Eastern man who died, as they believe, for their sins.
So it’s been really quiet over here on the Spiral Charmed blog, but I promise we’re still here and we’re still chugging along. And 2017 is set to be an exciting year for Sir Joshimus and I. I’ve talked off and on about our ultimate goal – rural living in the mountains of North Carolina. When we first got to Alabama, we thought it would be a year or two before we made it up.
It’s been six years. Continue reading
I read and shared a post a few days ago on Reverb Press, 5 Things I Learned Growing Up Liberal in the Deep South. It was a solid list of things that I’ve found to be true myself. But I disagreed with the commentary – if not necessarily the message, then the delivery of it. Maybe it’s the audience that the article is geared towards – northern liberals. But I want to direct this at the southern conservatives who I know and love. So, here’s my list with my own commentary. Continue reading
I missed a pretty huge anniversary for myself last week. One that I’m really proud of, actually. Two years since the last time I smoked a cigarette. Two years. This is a huge milestone for me because this is the point, last time, where I completely failed and gave up pretending that I had quit. I’ve done what I once feared I’d never be able to accomplish and I’m so proud of that. I’m a bad ass. Continue reading
Over the last four years – though some would say as many as six – every time we’ve been on the verge of moving forward, we’ve been pushed back. What was hopefully only going to be a couple of years has turned into five. And now, that we are on the brink of leaving once more, it’s turned into six. And for a few days, it was like a brick through a glass wall – I crumbled. Continue reading
I know that it’s already well into Februrary, but I guess better late than never. Our year ended much the way the year had progressed – a slow series of goals reached to move us to our ultimate goal. The biggest of those was probably getting Buttercup paid for a full eight months (I think) early. Not a huge deal, but huge for us. There are still stumbling blocks in our way, but we’re handling them one step at a time.
“Don’t Forget About Me” by Keith Harkin
I’ve talked before about the differences between my faith and Christianity. It is a way of verbalizing not only the differences between the two, but to explain the struggle I have carried in moving from a Christian worldview into one that speaks to me more deeply. Dealing with the burdens of stress and life-changing decisions is one of those things I’ve struggled with; and as this year comes to a close and our focus and attentions turn to gearing up for a move, it is a struggle that I am currently wrestling with. Continue reading
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.