Easter is risen! Indeed she is risen!
Éastre arás! Sóþlice héo arás!
Kórê anéstê! Alêthós anéstê!
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One day the Goddess went away.
The Moon wanes away into darkness. The seed goes down into the soil. Summer descends into Winter.
Each Spring, we too descend. Into the Underworld we go. We seek Her, we find Her, and we bring Her back.
There was a time in history when it seemed that the Goddess had gone away.
So we descended into the Underworld. We sought Her, we found Her, and we brought Her back.
Spring has sprung and people are starting to talk about their gardens. Mother Earth has banned me from her garden. She has issued a restraining order which the plant police definitely enforce at every opportunity forbidding me to touch plants. I grew up on a farm so you would think I should be able to grow things. But literally every house plant I have ever tried to grow has died. I even killed some lucky bamboo. There goes my karma. If my life depended on it, I could not tell the difference between sage or oregano. I love plants. They bring me peace. Flowers make me smile every time I look at them. But grow them? Nope – strictly forbidden.
What is a plant killer like me doing to have plants in or around my house? My salvation for having plants in the house is my husband who has a very green thumb – usually. Of course if a plant dies then I get the blame. While you don’t have to marry someone with a green thumb, my first suggestion is cultivate a relationship with someone who will help you with your plants. In addition to my husband, I have two sisters who are very good at growing things both indoors and outdoors. When I have questions about plants or need suggestions, I go to these experts first....
Part of the underlying strategy for the Repaganization of the West is, shall we say...selective replacement.
Consider the so-called “Adam's apple.” A nasty bit of someone else's mythology has, mutatis mutandis, become attached to a perfectly innocuous part of the human body. What to do?
In this particular instance, at least, there's not far to look.
The old Witch word for the (to give it its technical name) laryngeal thyroid cartilege is thrapple: a contraction of “throat apple,” the apple being, of course, the prime sacred fruit of the Tribe of Witches (and, in fact, of Northern Europe generally).
A while back I was dishing with my friend “Granny” Ro NicBourne.
“Do you know such-and-so?” I asked.
“Wouldn't know him from Ash,” she deadpanned.*
Virtues of the Goddess is a series on the eight virtues mentioned in the Charge of the Goddess and their relationship to the sabbats of the Wheel of the Year. This is Part 3: Honor.
Last Sunday, I was treated to a special screening of the classic Mel Brooks satirical comedy Blazing Saddles. The screening, which included a discussion with Brooks himself afterward, packed our gigantic Segerstrom Center with rabid fans of the comic genius writer-director-actor-singer-composer-producer. The crowd spanned across all ages. My dad, in his 70s, sat next to me. The lady next to him looked to be not quite of drinking age, and she enthusiastically sang along the opening theme song as she zealously cracked her imaginary whip at all the right moments of the introductory number....
There are those who pooh-pooh the notion of nostalgia. You can't go back, you shouldn't go back, blah blah blah. But sometimes an urge to recapture one's youth hits, and it hits strong. This may very well be the throes of midlife crisis – but so what? Wouldn't it follow that those who seem to truly age gracefully, who are forever young at heart, indulge in a bit of good old-fashioned silliness now and again? Heck, yeah! That is why I am hosting a Spring Equinox Crazy Slumber Birthday Party this year. Let me show you how:
First, you need to load up on all of your favorite snacks. If this means Doritos and Skittles, so be it. I am going the somewhat healthy route and substituting the organic equivalent of Doritos and dark chocolate covered cranberries for the Skittles. Popcorn is always healthy if you have an air popper (my grandparents' still works from the 80s, for Pete's sake), and there is always no-cal Zevia soda, after-all. No slumber party would be complete without pizza, so I am bringing home an all natural Connie's za. The one thing that will be on hand that I did not have readily available when I was teen, is wine. But if one is going to imbibe, that is the healthier way to go, after all. I also plan on offering up some berry smoothies to sip while we whip up some homemade facials.
Since I don't expect anyone past the age of 20 to attempt sleeping on a the floor in a bag again, I will have spare bed, roll-out futon, or even an inflatable air mattress available, if need be. Also, don't feel bad if your slumber party is small – not everyone may be willing to go there with you. Quality, over quantity is always the better route.
Next up, entertainment. I am still a proud vinylphile, and to recapture the thrill of youth, it doesn't get much better than breaking out the vintage 45s and 33s and dancing with some abandon. If you start to feel amazingly carefree and childish, play a 33 on 78 rpm and let the giggles roll.
Another absolute must: movies! There should be one scary, one comedy, and one iconic coming-of-age flick. Go with what rocked your world back in the day. I myself am opting for the original "Hellraiser," "Ghostbusters," and the forever young, "Sixteen Candles." Sorry "Breakfast Club" fans, but I always thought "Candles" was edgier.
For good measure, and depending on who is game to go the whole distance with you, these activities can be thrown in for good measure: gossiping about boys (these can be celebrity crushes, significant others, or husbands), turning out all the lights and telling ghost stories, a 1 a.m. Jane Fonda workout session (yes, the original JF workout is actually available on DVD on Amazon, leg warmers and all), and perhaps some freshly baked chocolate cake for breakfast because, well, why not? In the age of Caller ID, I'd skip the crank calls, though. Here is the facial mask recipe I will be using, from organicwish.com
HOW TO MAKE AN OATMEAL AND ROSEMARY FACIAL SCRUB OR MASK
3 tablespoons ground oatmeal (To grind the oats just pulse in a blender until you have fine oatmeal)
1 teaspoon ground, fresh rosemary
1/2 teaspoon cinnamon powder
water or milk or cream (see below)
Add oats to a jug or medium sized bowl.
Add fresh, ground rosemary.
For a delicious scent, add cinnamon powder.
Choose which liquid you want to use depending on your skin type: cool boiled water for oily skin, milk for normal skin or cream for dry skin.
Add enough wet ingredients to form a paste with the dry ingredients.
Dampen face, and spread the paste all over. To use as a scrub wash off straightaway; to use as a mask, leave on for 20 minutes before washing off.
The beauty of making your own skin care products is that you know exactly what is in your product, and many recipes, like this one, are made from basic kitchen ingredients. The cost is minimal, but the results are fantastic. Creating your own beauty products as part of an organic lifestyle is fun, entertaining and effective. Enjoy!
At any rate, have a blast at your party. What made your teen sleep-overs that way? Get the wheels turning, and make a list. I promise this will be more enjoyable than the awkward high school reunion with extras you don't care to meet up with again. Totally awesome!
Photo by imagerymajestic from freedigitalphotos.net...
Two difficult types of Shadow Animals are the Trickster and the Bringer of Death. Most Pagans are familiar with Tricksters since they know about Coyote and Loki, who transgress societal norms. The Bringer of Death is an animal who causes a near-death experience. People who undergo a Near-Death Experience (NDE) often gain more spiritual power by dying and then being reborn.