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Once again I ordered from Seed Savers. Here is my order form:

We will also be planting tomatoes, grapes and peppers, but we’ll buy those as plants.

And now on to chickens and bees!

What garden plans are you making?

  After weeks of scrambling to get a camera and laptop, days of planning, and a house full of plasticine, my sons’ entry for the library movie contest is complete! Hope you enjoy it!

  I have been wanting to write about this for a while, but wondering how to do it without offending. Many awesome Waldorf homeschooling families have gotten on board with Simplicity Parenting’s food rhythms. The idea being that children like regular repetition in their meals. So the Waldorf homeschool blogs exploded with simple meal planning, simple meals, eat from the cupboard or spend nothing on food months, etc, etc, ad nauseum.

  Now, I realize that this can be a money issue. I have been a single mama on welfare. I get that. But when that’s you, you don’t need an internet food challenge to inspire you to eat simply.

It is NOT HEALTHY or GOOD to only offer your children the same foods over and over and over. If you do choose to do that, don’t be surprised later if they have food allergies or are picky eaters.

  If you want children who think trying new foods is an adventure, feed them a lot of foods from the begining! It’s OK if they don’t like something the first time, it’s cool. Try it again! Buy or borrow cookbooks with lots of photos and let them choose some recipes. Have ethnic nights, with music. Have fun cooking together.

 Down with Taco Tuesdays!

  It is said that in the Old Times, men and women would dance the May Pole on Beltane and party all night with abandon. They were free with their love, and babies that were conceived during Beltane trysts were considered sacred. Conceived on Beltane, born on Oimelc/Brigid. They were given special last names, like May, and considered holy children of the village; the Goddess’ love made flesh.

  Remember this the next time you think to jump a Beltane bonfire. (Jack be quick.) Especially at Many Hands House. We follow the Old Ways here.

 I’m going to cast a spell.  No need to clutch at your pentacles; I’m casting a spell in the old sense of the word:  a tale, a story.  But a spell isn’t just a narrative, oh no.  A spell is a narrative that shapes the way we see the world.

This is a magical spell, or, better yet, a spell about magic.  Here goes:

 Magic is the act of making the imaginal real.

There is magic of the obvious variety, like creating blueprints of a house, and then building that house.  You just cast a house-building spell.  What once existed only in the imagination is now real.

There are also spells of the more subtle variety.  When you cry real tears from watching a movie, when you are angered by insulting words, when you buy things because of the commercial, you’re under a spell.  Nothing has been made, per se,  but the effect of the spell is very real.

Of course, this includes all of the rituals, charms, and incantations that we normally associate with the idea of “magic” in the paganisms.  But I would add that no magic happens unless some real effect (physical, emotional, etc.) manifests.

Magic is all around us.  When the courts declared that corporations are people, they created, before our eyes, a real, live, non-corporeal entity: a spirit! (Or a demon, depending on your perspective.)  Want to see a real magical item?  Look in your billfold, and there it is: magical green paper that you can trade for your worldly needs. Use your witch’s eye and look at all around you, and you’ll see magic everywhere. 

Magic is real, but, more importantly, “real” is magic!

-Frebur

The family that plays together, stays together.

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  I often meet people who are wanting to become witches. They ask a lot of questions and read a lot of books. Then when I see them again, they have joined a local church. Which is fine, but I feel as if I have somehow failed them, and Paganism at large. I have been tossing this around in my head lately.

  I need to remember that these folks are “seekers”. And as a witch, I don’t proselytize. And I am a loner. And a sucky friend. When you become a witch, it’s not all free childcare and basement potlucks. There’s no catechism. And there are definitely no easy answers. Especially when life gets difficult.

  That’s not to say you won’t make new friends. Go to a festival. Join a book club. But for the most part, you’ve got to do it yourself. Want a ritual? Do it! Invite your friends or your neighbors or your children. Or not. Start a study group. And you might get teased. But you might not. Just be proud. Being a witch serves an important social function. And not everyone is cut out for it.

   Being a witch means changing people’s perceptions. You might be just the witch of your family. You might be the witch of your apartment building. Your trailer court. Your town. Even the witch of a Pagan festival. Or a country. You can do it, if you want to. And although I’ll do my best to inspire you, I can’t do it for you.

So I haven’t been blogging much lately. Much of it is the fault of this:

And some of it is because I don’t want to post anything that is not profound.

I have a friend who is a successful blogger. We were visiting and she said ” You’re posts don’t have to be profound, people just want a glimpse into your life.” Maybe that’s true. Maybe she’s a liar. She did also say that bangs were going out of style.

So what was my day like?

It began with a Bollywood:

Then apple galettes.

Then, a lot of ladies came over to watch FCBD Vol.9 with me. What? You weren’t here? I invited you!

One of them gave me a gift.

And I had an interesting discussion with one of their nine year old boys on the appropriateness of the godesses’ breasts, and the salvation of my soul.

Then I had some emotions about troupe dynamics.

And for dinner we had potluck leftovers.

And rum.

And I ordered a vulva necklace. Take that, nine year old.

So what did you do today? Do you want to read my unprofound posts? Well, if so, you’re in for a week long treat. And if not, brace yourself.