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As a witch, I follow no one sacred book. We are all children of Spirit and so all of our lips speak eternal truths. However, many of us are in a cloud. It shrouds us with illusion- we perceive reality from a only a small perspective: like trying to know a large house by peeking in through the front door’s key hole. There are so many possibilities out there that we are unaware of.

The writings of Kahlil Gibran light me up from the inside- it reminds me of my own luminosity housed in the hearts of all creation. His poetry is like that cloud of illusion lifted. His words comfort, inspire and dance in my head like a new found lover. I feel like I can take his poems and fashion them into healing charms and love spells and chant their sacred words to wake the dead.

“Love is the lover’s eyes, and the spirit’s wine, and the heart’s nourishment. Love is a rose… Love is the poet’s elation, and the artist’s revelation, and the musician’s inspiration…Love is the sacred shrine in the heart of a child, adored by a merciful mother…Oh seekers, Love is Truth, beseeching Truth, and your Truth in seeking and receiving and protecting Love shall determine its behavior.”

“Marriage is the union of two divinities that a third might be born on earth. It is the union of two souls in a strong love for the abolishment of separateness.”

-from Secrets of the Heart

I started reading his books just two weeks ago. I found the book Secrets of the Heart among my grandmother’s things when she moved into a nursing home five years ago, however I never started reading it until recently. It was always one of those books that beckoned me to keep it around, glance at her signature printed neatly within the inside cover every once in a while. I thought the book was strictly Christian (which it is not-)  and so I never bothered to do much more than skim it. But now that I have reached a new point in my spiritual path- where I honor all paths- I was pleasantly surprised when I began to read. And then by fate’s grace I came across a large book in a thrift store that contained many (it not all) of his writings, The Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran.

“…the whole earth is my birthplace and all humans are my brothers.”

Kahlil Gibran was a true mystic- he followed no one religion- all inspired him and he wrote of the Spirit of Love as his guide. His writings contain many figures- including the Goddess herself. He was born in Lebanon into a Catholic family but was surrounded with those of many faiths and later as a teenager he moved back and forth between the United States and Lebanon. His family history was tragic- his father was imprisoned as when Gibran was a child and his mother, brother and sister all died of illness in his adolescence (I look up to anyone who can survive all of that) even his own lifetime love could not rightly marry him due to her family’s conservatism. However, the words that flows from him speak of joy, beauty and truth and point to the great mystery of the soul. He was also an artist and a fiction writer and knew Carl Jung (which makes him instantly cool, by the way). According to wikepedia, he is the third best selling poet of all time. His picture is also quite dashing, no?

And so it is with his words that I have been recharging this last week. I feel like the process is not fully finished, but I wanted to peek my head out of my hole for a bit to sing my praise of this wonderful writer.

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I’ve decided to take a one or two week break from the computer world.

I am on here too much and I am begining to feel a little too bombarded with the mainstream culture- which may be the reality for some folks, but for me, my reality needs to consist of night walks and face to face laughter. I need to bury myself in the smoke of my new Hemlock tree incense and reroot myself in the wildness of my true nature. Except for school work and to check the status of my etsy store… I am choosing sunlight over computer light.

I keep seeing that Tarot card in my head where the person is immersed in illusions… this must be me now, for the internet world, as lovely as it is, is not a substitute for the breath that cycles through me, beckoning me to be free for a while from technology.

I have a weekend ahead of me full of drum circles, nature hikes, pagan children groups, painting and home renovation. This weekend I call back the wild within. I want to pay more attention to the real: my childrens’ play, my husband’s kiss, my meditating heart and my garden to be planted.

And so I will be back, but only after some hard earned spiritual recharging that doesn’t take an electrical socket!

Brightest Blessings,

Cicada

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Last night in my multicultural counseling class we had a gay couple guest speak about the coming out process. I realize that there are many differences between the Wiccan community and the LGBT community, but I always find it interesting how many similarities there are because of us both identifying ourselves outside of mainstream society.

For one, we both face possible discrimination if we are publicly “out” and we have to constantly stand up for our human rights (so LGBT pagans really get a double whammy of work). Another thing they said was most LGBT people have usually felt a little different growing up, like they didn’t quite fit in to the main crowd so easy. Almost all of the Wiccans and Pagans I have known have said the same thing.

The couple went on to talk about the facts of coming out: it is not just a one time deal and you never have to do it again! The process never ends!! It is the same for Pagans… think about it: You may be out to your friends and family and maybe even those who you work with, but we are still having to judge the right time to come out to people we have just met, too.

For example, I have made some new friends at grad school, but I haven’t brought up my religion till last week because I wanted everyone to know who I was before any possible stereotypes would get slammed on me once I announce that I am Pagan. But here is finally how it went-and I wrote a nonfiction story about it so enjoy…

The Lesbian, The Christian and The Witch

Three female graduate students in their twenties are talking. One is a lesbian, one is a Christian and one is a witch:

The Christian to the Lesbian: “Sometimes I feel that others may be judging me on being a Christian because the stereotypes of Christians being judgmental, but I just want you to know that I completely accept and support your lifestyle. Not all Christians are the same… many of us do focus more on the love side.”

The Lesbian: “Thank you, that means a lot. I never really thought about how you are worried about stereotypes, too.”

The Witch: “Wow, I am so touched by this conversation and I am feeling ready to tell you both something: I’m Pagan!”

The Lesbian: “Pagan?”

The Witch: “Another common name is Wicca.”

The Lesbian: “No way! That is great- I don’t know any Wiccans. Hey my mom is really interested in the Salem Witch Trials.”

The Christian: “What does it mean to be Wiccan?”

The Witch: To honor the masculine and feminine divine and see the sacredness of nature mostly.

The Christian: “It sounds really interesting to learn about. I’m glad you told us. It sounds like we all have something we worry about being discriminated for. ”

The Witch to the Christian: “I owe you an apology, I was worried about telling you because I was placing that judgmental Christian stereotype on you. I have experienced a lot of prejudice from Christians in the past, but now I see that is not true of all, or maybe even most Christians- thank you for being so brave and talking about your feelings.”

Three friends walk back to class… and it doesn’t matter which one is the lesbian, the witch or the christian, because the first word they think about when they see each other is, “Friend”.

The End.

awww… now I am all teary eyed just thinking about it again 🙂

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With spring, new life blossoms forth and I am setting new goals for myself. Winter is my lazy time… I sleep for longer stretches and I let the soul hibernate into the depths of the black nights…  I was a seed sleeping in the black soil of my mother and now that warmth is here I am ready to spring out!

Here are my new goals for this Spring, Summer and Autumn:

At least once a week I will:

1. Eat a wild-crafted salad.

2. Do yoga outside.

3. Give a food offering at one of my outside altars.

4. Go for a  walk in the woods.

5. Make and post a new listing for TwitchyWitchy.

And there you have it! These are do-able things for me and I have no excuse not to do them.

Yesterday I went dandelion leaf and wood sorrel hunting. I can’t say that the salad was the tastiest, but I felt great afterward and offered some to the Goddess and God in my yard labyrinth. Eating wild plants (after doing immense research) is not only healthy but another way to connect with the energy of your local land. http://www.wildedible.com/ is a good resource.

wood sorrel

 I also spent the weekend refurbishing an antique chest into a magical keepsake box to lock up any poisons, potions or secrets for the witch:

green boxgreen box1

green box2 ~Bright Blessings

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Where have all the mystics gone and why can’t they be seen?

Where are all the shadow men and singers to the trees?

Why are all these people gathering around a common sound,

When there is so much diversity in the world waiting to be found?

When can I escape to a wooded hidden home

Where folk who speak of magic safely may roam?

Why are those who are gifted  shunned from out of sight,

When we the people need their blessings and  insight?

When can we return to the doctors and the queens

Who can speak from our world into the great unseen?

I call out to the wild of places still unmet

Keep all of your secrets hidden there- because if we knew, we would forget.

Until one day when we all can meet as the lovers that we are,

and make new ways and reinvent how to love from afar,

May we hold our mysteries silent and deep and never surrender to

What others think we should be and what we are supposed to do.

For the path of the mystic can be like a mirror into the moon,

What is reflected is the truth of beauty, but logic taints it too soon.

-By Bonnie Waller (Cicada)

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Last week my small town farming community experienced a tragic event. A trailer fire broke out during a girls’ slumber party killing 4 girls and a woman. We, as a community, gathered together to help pay for funeral costs and support the families who lost children.

On Monday my heart ached for the students returning to school after spring break who had lost friends and so I did a ritual in honor of those who had crossed and those who were in mourning. I’m sure many people across our area sent prayers in their own way, too.

I anointed a pink candle (for female energy) with lavender oil (calming) and cut some fresh pine branches (renewal) to decorate the base of the candle holder. Songs were sung. Prayers were spoken. Healing energy was sent.

I hope that our community continues to heal and remember. We all are hugging our children a little more often and a little more longer.

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