Pagan of the Good Times

Let me take this moment to add Beltaine festival at Calton Hill in Edinburgh to my “if I win the lottery” bucket list.
Thank you for this bit of knowledge and history of our Spring Fire celebration.
Mahalo.

whytodayisbrilliant

05 01 john collier queen guinevere's mayingToday I am celebrating May Day, Beltane and Walpurgisnacht. The beginning of May is a time of year when, supposedly, the warmer weather comes and everything begins to blossom and grow. Festivals have been held at this time throughout Europe for centuries. When I wrote about the founding of Rome in 753 BC, I mentioned the festival of Parilia, which involved driving a flock of sheep through a bonfire to purify them and give them protection through the following year. This is not unlike the Beltane celebrations that we find in Scotland and Ireland. In a later period the Romans held another celebration called Floralia which was dedicated to Flora, the goddess of flowers and fertility. It was a six day festival covering the end of April and the beginning of May and is probably the origin of the ‘May Queen’ tradition in England. But the Roman festival was known…

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Earth Day Blues

Rest well, Miss Guinea.

Well, my biggest accomplishment for Earth Day was to comfort, then bury, an orphaned guinea pig. I don’t know if she were abandoned or escaped. Patch (Sissypoo’s cat) tried to care for her over the last day and a half, but we were unable to catch her until it was too late when Sissypoo found her lying on her side and shivering this morning. We had a home with friends waiting for her, but she just couldn’t make it. 

I held her as she passed over and tried to offer comfort and warmth in those last moments. Quin helped with the brief funeral after the drizzling rain took a long enough break for me to dig a grave.  So, Miss Guinea will never be cold, hungry, or scared again, resting in the arms of Mother Earth and blanketed with little purple flowers from a little girl who really wished Mommy had brought a live animal home but was willing to give love nonetheless. 

Lord and Lady, bless the four-leggeds and those who love and tend to them.  We shall all return to our Mother someday, may we find our way there knowing love, even if only at the end. 

Mahalo. 

Back from a spiritual journey 

Finally home and settled after traveling North to visit the Nyx family at Sanctuary Circle with Lady Autumn Mist to have mostly grown-up time and celebrate Four Twenty in sacred space. 

I got to meet Baby Star for the first time. She is precious. Her mommy KN gifted me a brown bear claw and bear teeth (unknown bear type) to link me closer to my Kodiak guide and a piece of tigereye with an iron band through it to help protect my special stuff from the mild fae infestation at the new home. 

Our host gave up his bed for the disabled witches and I slept so well. I was also gifted a silver flute by my lovely CN (aforementioned host). I need to love it and learn the notes and fingerings again. This one is in decent repair, unlike my mother’s flute, but it has an odd smell that I need to figure out how to remove from the surface and case. Any suggestions? Dawn teased when I got home that I had not played a flute since 5th grade and I was still better than some of the current middle school flautists in her band.

I even got to see my baby sister for a few minutes and took her to work this morning.  She is having a rough patch and needed a face-to-face hug. I am glad to have the opportunity to be that hug for her.

Quin seems to have been well behaved for Daddy, so I would have to say this was a very successful change of pace and opportunity to connect with other witches who share my interests and habits. And the land was gorgeous. Looking forward to the first festival there. And more hugs with CN. 

Two tasks assigned:

  1. Keep trying to find my gumption for Yoga (some cripple friendly variety). This sounds so much easier than my anxiety actually allows it to be. 
  2. Learn something on flute to play for CN, even if just “hot crossed buns” – gotta start somewhere. 

I will post if either of these comes to fruition. And if I hear from my still incommunicado paramour. That still has me worried to distraction.  

Mahalo. 

Quin feels the Beach

Quin exploring sand, shells, and shark teeth.

Quin has been saying that she wants to go to the beach. I thought a trip to Laurel Lake this summer would be a great way to share a beach and a piece of my childhood with all the girls, maybe Sage, too. In the meantime, after school today, Lady Autumn Mist let Quin see and touch the beach she kept. Quin’s face was glowing. 

After that we attacked the bounty of wild onions across our collective yard.  Treats from Mother Earth, yum! 

This isn’t nearly all of them.

Blessed be this lovely day. 

Mahalo. 

Waiting 

Registered and waiting for EEG.  One more unpaid co-pay. Hope they find what is causing expressive aphasia and that it is something simple.  

I am still hurt over yesterday. I was expecting to see my Jack – the poly boyfriend I have had at a distance for close to a decade. And he ghosted.  

[Edit: The test was painless, yet disorienting, for me, and now I have to wash medical gel from my hair. Yuck. Still no word from ghost Jack. ]

Gorgeous Spring Day

Dawn trying the slide while Quin waits impatiently.

Out enjoying the day at a birthday party with A.K., Dawn, and Quin, before the rain blows in later. 

Yummy cake with Easter candy decorations.

I love when we can have time out from mundane life and enjoy Mother Nature too. 

Hope this day finds you with joy in your heart. 

Mahalo.