Crafting and Creating; Photography and Poetry
This week’s theme is: Imagination
shelving my Stephen King books
lightning flash; darkness
Thankfully, my power did not go out this afternoon. An impressive thunderstorm did brew up while I was putting books away – stark lightning, crashing thunder, pounding rain (hail?). Enough to spook the cats, at which point I came back upstairs because my imagination was having a field day.
Also, NaPoWriMo #5
back wheels touch earth smooth
playful wind gust sends skidding
nose down brings relief
ear popping descent
ocean of cloud envelopes
stomach dropping dips
buffeted by turbulence
roller coaster ride
roaring power fades
clouds below and stars above
I did not get a picture of this part of the journey. I’ve been lectured on my failure to take pertinent photos, but there will be many otters and birds to come later.
The cross-quarter fire festival marking the midpoint between the winter solstice and the spring equinox
In this, the deepest of winter, the promise of spring begins to awaken. A trickle of life-giving liquid begins to flow. At the heart of the sleeping trees, a magical mystery appears. The sap begins to rise.
Last night at the Steel Phoenix Writers Meeting at Barnes & Noble, we brainstormed for my topic for this week’s PBP post. Bats, Bast, broomcloset, beginnings, bodywork, belief, … and yet the answer surrounded us, books. Do we all gather books? I remember my initial chain of books, like a pathway into the woods. A breakup with a boyfriend in college led me to want to read something with no men – Jean Stewart’s Return to Isis fit the bill. That led me to D.J. Conway’s Maiden, Mother, Crone, which pointed be towards Scott Cunningham’s Wicca: A Guide for the Solitary Practitioner, and then on to Buckland’s Big Blue Complete Book of Witchcraft. From there, the books spread like a river into a delta, gathering up everything from tarot to totems to meditation to mythology to feminism to fairies.
This week I write about something that I sorely need to reincorporate into my practice: daily affirmations.
Why is it so easy to believe the negative?
Tim Minchin is an amazing musician, comedian, and actor. During his debut at the Edinburgh Fringe, he received rave reviews, packed halls, and eventually the award of Best Newcomer. Rave reviews except for one incredibly damning review by Phil Doust of The Guardian. Minchin said it took him years before he could make it through an entire performance without the doubt caused by that one review creeping in. (Information obtained from the documentary Rock & Roll Nerd)
If something is repeated often enough, we’ll believe it; it must be true.
Fox News runs on this philosophy. “We’re not going to let our campaign be dictated by fact-checkers” was my favorite quote from last year’s presidential race.
When you combine these two into negative self talk, the results can be literally depressing. I’ve seen suggestions online that up to 75% of a person’s self talk is often negative. Daily affirmations are a way to reprogram our subconscious to a more positive outlook. The purposeful repetition affirms the chosen positive thought, cementing it into belief.
I received a new camera for Christmas! My parents got me a Nikon D5100. I also got strep throat for Christmas! bleh But that left me with time to play with the camera and watch Mom’s bird feeder.
I had to look up to see if goldfinches stayed around through the winter. I guess I just never recognized them in their duller winter feathers.
This week’s theme is: Photograph
with camera’s click
an instant of life captured
I received a new camera for Christmas, a Nikon D5100! Hoping to hit the photo memes hard over the next few months as I figure out all of its bells and whistles.
Finally made a list of the challenges I want to attempt this year.
What is The Pagan Blog Project? (The Short Answer)
This project is a way to spend a full year dedicating time each week very specifically to studying, reflecting, and sharing your spiritual and magickal path. The project consists of a single blog post each week posted on your blog each Friday for the year of 2012 that will involve a topic that relates to Paganism, Witchcraft, magick, spirituality, and so on. You can use your posts to share your views on a topic, to talk about your own personal experiences, or to act as a catalyst to research a subject that you may not know much about and then share what you learn and how you feel about that. Each week there is a specific prompt for you to work with in writing your post, a prompt that will focus on a letter of the alphabet each week providing you a framework for your writing as well as a common thread for all participants to share in.
NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, is an annual project in which participating poets attempt to write a poem a day for the month of April.
NaPoWriMo was founded in 2003, when poet Maureen Thorson decided to take up the challenge (modeled after NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month), and challenged other poets to join her. Since then, the number of participants has gotten larger every year, and many writers’ organizations, local, national and even international, organize NaPoWriMo activities.
Now that my website is back up and running after a blip that took out most of December, I need to sit down and figure out what challenges and such I’m going to attempt this year. One of them will definitely be the Pagan Blog Project. The PBP asks for posts every Friday, with prompts being the letters of the alphabet, two weeks to a letter. Most of my posts will most likely be, or at least include, poetry, as that is how my brain works. So here we start with A.
So many options for A! animism, ancestor worship, air, altars, Artemis, … but for this first post, I chose one of the most important aspects of life, to me.
This week’s theme is: Avarice
by dawn on Thursday
mad rush for Black Friday deals
I cashier over the winter during the slow time at the zoo. I usually voluntarily work opening of Black Friday, which for Target this year was 9 PM on Thanksgiving night. (Kmart opened at 6 AM Thanksgiving morning.) It’s fun watching the crazy people jam through the doors with their sleeping bags and chairs and tents (safety note: Target always has police on hand for the opening, so the mobbing doesn’t get dangerous.) Although running from turkey dinner at my parents, to turkey dinner at DrQuuxum’s parents, trying to take a nap after the second dinner, then running for work, does not make for a very restful holiday.