thoughts, ramblings, incoherences, soap boxes, musings, and other things
The Celts marked, among others, the in-between spaces as magical. Those areas between the water and the land, the grove and the field, the time between day and night. These were magical. They were change. Looking at Celtic art one sees movement in the swirls and circles and knots, showing their understanding of the connectedness […]
Read More Searching for YewOn a lonely trail, in the middle of a midnight forest, I heard a voice. I’ve tried to write this story many times and each time I seem to have a knack in writing myself as utterly crazy. I hope to avoid that now. Like many people, I grew up with a Hollywood notion of […]
Read More You’ll find what you settle forCan’t sleep and some thoughts hit me. Since I’m already up I can either let them spin around for hours and keep me awake, or I can quickly jot them down and then go to bed. Not sure where to start, but I’ll lead off with this… I hate people Okay, I don’t really. I […]
Read More SexIt is the weekend and my day is filled with books, coffee, and incense. I put on some good music and sat in front of my altar for a while. On my altar sit a variety of things. It is less a geometric space akin to a physical mandala as some altars are, but more […]
Read More Going DownI went on a hike a few weeks ago. It was a bright, crisp day, and the colors of Spring were vibrant. I felt energized just by being outside in the forest. The trails, cutting through the trees, were clear and contrasted with the surrounding rushes and grasses. While I was free to go in […]
Read More NiflheimI got a new tarot deck a couple of weeks ago. It was used. But I liked the whimsy nature of the cards, and so I got them anyway. At home, I put them order, looked at each card’s artwork, and let them sit for a while. Saturday I took a reading. I used a […]
Read More Open up to the knifeFrom the Havamal: Billings mey ek fann beðjum á sólhvíta sofa jarls ynði þótti mér ekki vera nema við þat lík at lifa Translation– I found Billing’s daughter asleep on her bed and I was captivated by her beauty and all the wealths of Jarldom seemed like nothing to me if I had to live without […]
Read More Blinded, but seeingI’ve been bothered by things the past few months. Wait… why am I writing this? Doesn’t this make me a special narcissist? My ex called me that all the time. Especially when I tried to tell how I felt. I quit trying to express my feelings. Then again, I remember an early phone conversation with […]
Read More BlindVeterans love dogs. I’ve worked with a lot of veterans over the years and they can be slow to trust. Especially the ones working through some issues. They are quiet. Don’t talk to others. Don’t share their feelings well. Don’t relate well. Unless you put a dog in the room. Then it’s game on. Dogs […]
Read More TrustIt was a couple of nights ago, perhaps a week. But I had a dream early in the morning where I went into a deep forest. It was twilight, not fully night or day. I’m uncertain if it was dawn, or dusk, or perhaps actually midday and the depth of the wood made it dark, […]
Read More Wolf Dream