All feels so stagnantwhat a stale tomorrow brings,we are off-the-wallstill, lift the blind and windowstill, let in light and fresh air Today, a national emergency has been declared. Starting Monday all schools are closed in Ohio. No fans, no audiences, no crowds allowed. No toilet paper! Everything is so strange right now. Tanka31 Syllables5-7-5-7-7
Magick is not required to enjoy these tasty treats. This little ditty of mine, to record a memory and keep how wonderful this season and my big pumpkin of white. And, some sweet witchery for those that might like. Lumina, Cotton Candy, Hooligan, Full Moon, Polar Bear, Albino Pumpkin, Ghost Pumpkin, Snowball, Casper, Baby Boo,… Continue reading White Pumpkin Magick
On the horizon rests a promise of more, when tomorrow comes. A new day, heated and bright, rays of hope sailing over the cloudy grey. A grey possibly only within the mind, and not shading a perfect sky of blue. That promise, is it real or just a dream, something made up and something that… Continue reading Grey Dreams
Thanks a whole hell of a lot Negan. You have truly ruined everything for me. Another Sunday, another day of The Walking Dead. I am not only excited but a little disappointed. Tonight is the season finale. To ease that pain somewhat we get the season premier of Fear (The Walking Dead). And, this is the… Continue reading My Sundays are dead. Truly.
Happy New Year! Before I fully step into a brand new year, I have to take note of the one that just ended. I hear a lot about how horrible of year we just had. Moving forward with a new start surely feels good. Perhaps it is my age and sorry to see yet another… Continue reading As I Remember It
It would be great to hear Dad's opinions on what is taking place in our Country. Church and politics never seemed so intertwined as they are today. It has felt to me that I must choose a side if I want to worship. In essence, I suppose I have. There certainly is a majority rule in… Continue reading It’s fine if you call me a Pagan
On and on it goes. Words carry deeply with them emotions that bind us and commit us to action. There is action to enforce and sometimes action to defeat when words are said. It is an aged old story of bricks and stones can break the bones but words can never hurt. It is… Continue reading Kneeling Grace
Today, every reason I had, every objection, all worry, doubt and concern, lay in a deep puddle of what feels like, a wasted effort. There is a part of me that wants to write explicitly about it, but more importantly, I want to have hope that we all can work through it. Photo by clarita