As I spend my last few hours in San Diego, I'm pondering more deeply the circumstances that have brought me to this point of return to the South, and the possible reasons for this change in my life.

Honestly, I cannot bring myself to believe that my reclamation of my faith happened because I was destined to go back to South Carolina, and North ( Read more... )

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Around 2 AM this morning, I was watching and looking for more of Marina Abramović's performance art, when I happened to come across a picture of her bottle-feeding a baby tiger. My mind was instantly transported to the Wiccan Charge of the Goddess. For those who may not know what the Charge of the Goddess is, it is a poem written by Doreen Valiente ( Read more... )

About an hour ago, Matt reminded me of the drum circle that's happening tonight. A short while after that, the Mother Unit also reminded me, asking if I was going with them.

I am not.


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I just lit a stick of incense I bought last weekend. I don't know what it is, sadly. The incense sticks were bought individually, and were all mixed together in the bag ( Read more... )

Since the loss of my Triskele and pentagram pendants in the E/R in December of last year, I'm once again wearing a piece of magickal jewelry. Here's what it looks like.


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So...with the passing of Aunt Tudi, I am alone. I don't hardly remember September except some of the highlights of the train ride and bonding with the Mother Unit like never before. She even let me in her and Matt's home to get to know Matt better and see her flock of birds. I had a lovely time with herd, but funds went low and I had to come back ( Read more... )

For some reason, I have been deeply blessed by being invited to become a part of Mother Grove Goddess Temple in Asheville, NC. I'm sure it's the doing of Asheville's Village Witch. I wrote them back and said:
I would be honoured and blessed to attend this Circle. It may be a while before I can attend, though, as I am unable to afford to travel, ( Read more... )

We all wish we were something more than what we really are. Because of that, the Harry Potter series rings a chime of truth and wishful thinking on our part. For my part, I wish I were a part of that world, no matter the dangers of bad wizards and deadly Dementors. When I became a Witch in my very early 20s, I had this idea that everything would ( Read more... )

I didn't do too swell with my word count, but after writing almost 6000 words yesterday, I guess I slack day is to be expected and possibly even deserved. My word count for today is 1780 and I think the ebb and flow of the language is pretty nifty. Take this, for example, the beginning passage of chapter 5.

CHAPTER 5

REMEMBRANCE

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