Sunday, October 25, 2009

Kids and the Craft

Now let me preface this by saying, I don't have kids, I don't even really like kids all that much and I don't plan on *ever* having kids, so...
I've recently been reading Wicca Covens by Judy Harrow. (Great book btw!) And one of the most interesting chapters so far has been about kids in the Craft. She expressed all my reservations and doubts about having kids in ritual. Ritual is an act of *clergy.* It is *not* like taking your kids to church. I think it wildly inappropriate to take a kid into Circle. I initially liked the idea of a "moonschool" but I don't think it should be anything more than an introduction the the Gods and phases of moon and sun and nature. And don't even get me started on Magic and spells. A lot of adults can't handle spells and magic so kids absolutely aren't mature enough for that. And finally, do you really *want* your kids talking about the Craft, they will! Or they will be very secretive about it and that just doesn't seem healthy to me.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Spells

I call myself a witch (if forced to call myself anything lol). I think I could probably call myself wiccan too (wicca being the religious side of craft, witch being the "spells" part of things). But I can hardly think of anything that I would cast a "spell" for..... If the Rede says "harm none" then you have to be very very careful. Also, who am I to ask the greater powers of the Universe to do what *I* want? What if by something as wishing someone a successful surgery you radically change what should have happened? Good things come out of bad events... Good events can have negative consequences, but there is no way to know...

Monday, October 12, 2009

Border Collies and Tombstones

So my dog, Blake, is not the most graceful of creatures. He's kind of big and goofy looking, especially for a border collie. His little sister, Callie, is tiny and sleek and Blake is just not lol So the other day we went for a walk down to the closest cemetery. We let the dogs go and they were *RUNNING!* having a marvelous time. Callie likes to try and cut past objects as closely as possible, hoping that Blake will run into something and slow him down. So she cut past a tombstone and Blake clipped it with his right rear leg.... I hear a crack and then watched Blake go head over heels howling all the way. He gets up crying and hobbles towards me as I run towards him. He looks up at me crying, I can see in his face, "Mom, it hurts!" He leans against my legs. I tell him to lay down. He is still crying, I feel his leg, nothing. Still crying he gets up and won't put weight on his leg. I start manipulating all his joints still no sign of pain. I have Blake walk with me for a while, he still won't put weight on it.... until Callie goes running by and amazingly the big wuss dog goes running off like nothing happened! He was fine of course, just gave himself a big ol' bruise lol

Careers

I have been seriously wondering what I'm going to do with myself for work. I really enjoy what I'm doing now but there isn't a whole lot of opportunity for advancement. In 5 years I will still be doing what I'm doing now... I'm already a trainer, which I really enjoy. That's probably my favorite part of my job actually. I enjoy teaching... but I don't want to be a teacher lol It's funny but I can picture my ideal life so clearly, except for a job... I just don't know what to do...

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Hobbies

My husband thinks I need a hobby. I think he should worry about his own life. I like to read (a lot...) I like to do logic-y type puzzle (obsessively sometimes lol). I like to write, either on here or in my journal. I do *not* like crafty things... arty things... sewing... those are all the hobbies I can think of... I would kind of like to do more with caligraphy, but I don't like to do it with my husband around because according to him I do it wrong.... so no I do not want a hobby. I like how I fill my time now thank you!

Friday, October 2, 2009

Coyote

When I was four or five I had a dream. I was sleeping in my bed and all of a sudden I rolled over and saw a coyote standing right by the bed. He told me to follow him, so I got out of bed and followed him outside. We went out into the backyard and faced east. Then he and I and really everything around us sang the sun up. Then Coyote told me to go ahead back inside. Two years later my mom read The Magician's Nephew by CS Lewis to me and I knew exactly what the song was. I've been searching for that song ever since. I've never found it.