Intermittency
There was a time when I followed a lot here, when people were writing, when I felt like I would miss things if I didn't keep up. I don't so much, anymore - not because I'm anywhere else, just because I'm ... not connecting? Not feeling up to the obligation of reaching back to those reaching out wherever they are... I dunno.
Today I'm here, looking about and reading snippets. One of the things I've followed via LJ is a pagan blog, called The Wild Hunt. I have no idea where or when I found it, but it was years ago.
Today is one of a recurring feature, where snippets of writings of pagans who write (department of redundant tautology department, your phone is ringing...) are posted, along with links for further reading.
I usually don't have the mental energy to follow the further reading, and I'm not sure I will today. But a couple of snippets really hit me, and I want to pass them on.
I'm quoting from LJs feed of the post at http://wildhunt.org/?p=12021
This one I'm most likely to actually go chase down, perhaps due to my own tremors of mortality:
“Why do owls call out in the autumn? Their season of mating is over, the owlets have grown up and flown away… and in the small hours of the night, there are no daytime birds to mob them. Are they responding to the coming winter, the season of death, and calling out for it? Or are they calling out to one another still, pair of owls protecting their territory, making their presence known to ward off invaders who would threaten that pair and their life together? Autumn and winter are the season of the owl, at least at night, and when I cannot sleep. And I am middle-aged, with the aches and pains of my oncoming menopause to keep me awake at night. I cannot hide from my mortality, and I cannot hide from my fears, because the Season of the Owl is coming, and my voice may not be enough, when I call out in the night, to protect what I love most, and keep it with me, warm and safe in the time of cold. The stars are lovely overhead. And if the owls are harbingers of death, they are also measures of the overwhelming nature of love.” - Cat Chapin-Bishop
“The Hero Round Table is a conference dedicated to creating more heroes in our world. That means at all levels: from workers who blow the whistle on illegal activity, to passersby who help accident victims, to simply speaking up when you believe something is wrong. As Matt would say, the opposite of a hero is not a villain-it’s a bystander." - Drew Jacob
I'm not including links here, because I think it worthwhile to go see the blog, and click through from there. There's *much* more over there, whether or not you consider yourself any of the vast varieties of pagan, and the author's intention to bring more journalism to paganism is something I think should be supported.
Today I'm here, looking about and reading snippets. One of the things I've followed via LJ is a pagan blog, called The Wild Hunt. I have no idea where or when I found it, but it was years ago.
Today is one of a recurring feature, where snippets of writings of pagans who write (department of redundant tautology department, your phone is ringing...) are posted, along with links for further reading.
I usually don't have the mental energy to follow the further reading, and I'm not sure I will today. But a couple of snippets really hit me, and I want to pass them on.
I'm quoting from LJs feed of the post at http://wildhunt.org/?p=12021
This one I'm most likely to actually go chase down, perhaps due to my own tremors of mortality:
“Why do owls call out in the autumn? Their season of mating is over, the owlets have grown up and flown away… and in the small hours of the night, there are no daytime birds to mob them. Are they responding to the coming winter, the season of death, and calling out for it? Or are they calling out to one another still, pair of owls protecting their territory, making their presence known to ward off invaders who would threaten that pair and their life together? Autumn and winter are the season of the owl, at least at night, and when I cannot sleep. And I am middle-aged, with the aches and pains of my oncoming menopause to keep me awake at night. I cannot hide from my mortality, and I cannot hide from my fears, because the Season of the Owl is coming, and my voice may not be enough, when I call out in the night, to protect what I love most, and keep it with me, warm and safe in the time of cold. The stars are lovely overhead. And if the owls are harbingers of death, they are also measures of the overwhelming nature of love.” - Cat Chapin-Bishop
“The Hero Round Table is a conference dedicated to creating more heroes in our world. That means at all levels: from workers who blow the whistle on illegal activity, to passersby who help accident victims, to simply speaking up when you believe something is wrong. As Matt would say, the opposite of a hero is not a villain-it’s a bystander." - Drew Jacob
I'm not including links here, because I think it worthwhile to go see the blog, and click through from there. There's *much* more over there, whether or not you consider yourself any of the vast varieties of pagan, and the author's intention to bring more journalism to paganism is something I think should be supported.