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Monday, 28 January 2019

Bitch Goddess(es)


I know the drill better than you think. (follow the link for context)

In that moment that was neither night nor dawn, stars still hanging in the velvet sky, the last quarter of the moon shone down and the snow was blue.

"Grandmother Moon" we call her in that phase, and although I too am a grandmother I bow before her far, far greater age and wisdom. I welcome the thought that as I age there is still some .. one? some .. where? that I can reach out to, to guide me.

Some template, perhaps?

Friday, 11 January 2019

Doing otherwise just makes no sense

(Wherein she pounds the pulpit ..)

I simply do not understand those who don't make the effort.

Especially people of faith - or who declare they have faith - who nevertheless ignore the gifts of Creation and instead choose the creations of mankind when it comes to their food.

It's not that I have anything against a bit of junk food once in a while, we indulge on occasion too. Who doesn't like a Coke with their french fries?

But we're designed to run on good food, whole food. And if we choose, instead, to always eat food that's 3 steps away from real, aren't we then denying the reality of how we're made by the Creator?

Friday, 14 December 2018

Hark!


Paul just walked out the door with a bundle of kindling wrapped in some newspaper.

"Going to work!" he smirked.

"See you at coffee time." I chuckled.

That's been our routine most days for a while now; he spends much of his time in his shed/painting studio (a good portion of which is spent staring into the fire in his woodstove, waiting for his muse) I spend much of my time here at the keyboard (a good portion of which is spent staring out the window at the treetops, waiting for mine).

I've been writing up a storm at my other blog, what used to be the garbling blog but I've recently renamed Underground Medicine. Same url, same subject matter, but Underground Medicine suits it better, I think. It spotlights the subversive element to what I do. And teach.

Is it teach or preach?

Wednesday, 14 November 2018

Continued hilarity


3 weeks later .. talk about a series of misadventures, sheesh.

The shoulder required some pretty painful physio but it finally freed up. It's still aching but I can kinda sorta mostly use my arm normally for a couple of hours a day. Beyond that, it requires rest, and those of you who know me know rest is not my favourite thing but .. whatever.

Rest can also be dangerous, as I discovered a couple of weeks into the shoulder recovery.

Thursday, 25 October 2018

It is to laugh!


Last time I wrote here (a mere two days ago?) I said this:

"And so, weirdly, even the illnesses and accidents that limit me and cause me pain end up being gifts of a sort. What looks like His wrath sends me back to His generous garden and so, again, to His Love. I couldn't learn as much as I do if I didn't experience all of the (what looks and feels like) crap I experience."

To which I can only add - LOL.

Tuesday, 23 October 2018

Not to brag, but to celebrate

It's mind-blowing.

It's important to allow one's mind to be blown on a regular basis. If any of us - no matter our circumstances - can just see with eyes directly connected to the heart, the mind does blow. And once it does, that's when Creation can get to work in and on our lives.

Sunday, 21 October 2018

The yappy little dog at your heels



Early morning, too early to start my day's chores, too cold to go outside (there is snow on the ground!!).

Just for something to do, I was going through my incredibly long list of bookmarked sites and in following links from some herbal site, I found something called "The Avalon Mystery School".

cringe