on a lark, i participated in The Pagan Census....i found question #49 to be of particular sweetness....
*= things i checked...
49. Do you consider yourself to be(check all that are relevant):
Do you consider yourself to be(check all that are relevant):
*Spiritual, but dislike labels
*Witch (not Wiccan)
Other (please specify).
Also, if you checked more than one of the above options, indicated which is/are the most important.
My answer in THAT box......
"Spiritual, dislike labels"
Friday, December 11, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
Festival of Animals
The Third Light of Advent is the Light of Beasts...
Animals of Farm, Field, Forest, Air, and Seas
Await the birth of the light, the greatest and the least...
...At this week's ceremony we light the Yellow light of Animalkind....
We will place on the altar representations of the animal life which shares our world and marvel at the different kinds of animal lives that enrich our world....
This week we will honor our place in the animal kingdom and expand our understanding of the majesty that other species of animals possess and reflect on how we can better serve the animals who share our world....
This week we are celebrating the Festival of Animals. We began to night by placing on the altar different representations of animals. Earlier I had added the Yellow Stars to the table...We read our verse for the week as well as shared a story called The Story of Ellah-Jah from the Tales of Tiptoes Lightly about the creation of animals....
We also Laid out acorns for the squirrels, and sometime this week we will be making pinecone bird feeders which we will hang from our tree....
We will be donating funds to buy a flock of chickens for a family in a third world nation, to help their family have food and a livelihood.
We also welcomed into our home Merlin Moonstone....
This week's stocking verses........... (as ever, click to enlarge on any picture. thank you.)
This week's Advent Guide Questions for Discussion...
Much Love till next week....
at 1:40 AM
Sunday, December 6, 2009
'Twas the Night Before SolsticeBy Kristie Burns
'Twas the night before Solstice and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even our pet mouse
Knitted wool stockings were hung with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were tucked in organic cotton sheets,
The air filter blocking pollution from the streets.
While mama stayed up to make handmade gifts
I co-slept with the kids and watched auras shift.
When out in the herb garden arose such a clatter
I sprung out of our futon to see what was the matter!
Away to the solar panels I flew like a flash.
They took me hours to install, I hoped they hadn't crashed.
The crystals we'd laid out to absorb the moonlight
Sparkled like fairydust and blocked my sight.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh without any reindeer.
At that moment I knew that the little old man
Had received my last letter so bold and so grand
Could you stop using reindeer?
Last year I wrote him,
And enclosed with the note a PETA pin.
As he neared the house in his all-wooden sleigh
I noticed it was powered by wheatgrass and hay.
Ostheimer! Kinderkram! Stockmar! Fair Trade!
Don't bother landing if the toys aren't handmade!
"Hey Arriana," I called to my wife with chagrin,
"With that body mass do you think he's vegetarian?"
She paused only a moment from her crafting and said,
"One moment dear! I'm shaping this gol-darn Waldorf doll's head!"
On our roof I strained to hear the ole boy
But I'd recently insulated it with soy.
So I drew in my hand and was turning around,
When in through the front door came St. Nick with a bound.
The Advent wreath had caught in his hairAs I said,
"Why in the world did you enter from THERE?"
The soot in your chimney contains poisons galore.
You should consider the environment more.
But he was dressed in fur from his head to his foot
So I said, "Look whose talking about my soot!"
A bundle of felt he had flung on his back.
"I hope you like handiwork," he said with a laugh.
His eyes - how they twinkled!
His dimples were treats!
His cheeks reminded me of when I dye silk with beets.
He must be of the choleric type I mused.
It's a good thing with lavender the stockings I infused.
With his fur boots he slipped on the bamboo wood floor.
I offered him Arnica and then closed the front door.
After all that I'd paid to the energy company this year
I didn't want one bit of that cold air in here.
He had a broad face and a little round bellyI asked him,
"Have you seen your naturopath lately?"
He was so chubby and plump I worried for his health
But I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to task,
Needle-felting dragons and weaving a mask.
He knitted a pure cotton sweater and two pairs of mittens,
Then picked up a knife and carved 2 wood kittens.
He finger-knitted an entire nativity scene,
With the most amazing skill I'd ever seen!
When he sprang from his seat on the floor and arose
I yelled, "Arianna - watch - there he goes!"
With the unfinished doll she was struggling to sew,
Arriana went to watch him out the window.
And I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight!
"Arriana, my dear, the stiches are too tight!"
at 9:35 PM