Some people simply have no capacity to see things outside of themselves. No desire to help themselves, or even begin to help themselves and expect others to do the helping for them. Some people are unwilling (and at this point I believe it is unwilling and not unable) to let go of the past, because, well that would mean taking responsibility for ( Read more... )

Oh, wait... I know what happened... it was a full moon. OMFG. Talk about a totally crazy out of control day where I got nothing done, and kept getting interrupted even at that! Speaking of full moons... leave it to the weather to make it so that there was no chance of actually /seeing/ the last supermoon of 2019 ( Read more... )

The morning was filled with trying to be patient and accepting. Church is 'redoing' the nursery to make it more appealing to the little ones and their families, and that meant that the children's minister was in the room most of the time. I have expressed before that I have... no, I am uncomfortable with the energies the woman gives off. So there ( Read more... )

I write these in the morning of the following day because I spend the time reflecting as I'm settling down to end the day and let it drift away into the next... So yesterday ( Read more... )

Summer! Summer! The cow's mild milk
and the goddess with summer within her,
and the yellow summer, and the white daisies,
and the goddess with summer within her.

--Irish May Day song

No longer the maiden, she is now the blooming young mother, giving birth to her innumerable children.No longer the maiden ( Read more... )

He laid his hands upon me, my shepherd.
He stroked my curly hair.
He poured himself like milk on me.
He filled me with his cream.

Now I caress him back, my shepherd.
Now I caress his curly hair.
Now I caress my faithful one.
Now I grant him a happy future.

--Hymn to Inanna, 2000 BCE

The literature of the goddess can do much to restore the sense ( Read more... )

When in my turn I dance in your power ( Read more... )

What greater praise can I give you than to call you green? Green, rooted in light, shining like the sun that pours riches on the wheeling earth; incomprehensible green, divinely mysterious green, comforting arms of divine green protecting us in their powerful circle. And yet, lady, you are more than ever the noblest green, for you glow red as ( Read more... )

This is how nature, our mother, acts toward us ( Read more... )

We kneel before her, because she is kind and terrible ( Read more... )