On February 21, 07 Aquarius I will get my first ink, shown on the left. The outer petals will be a dark red, and the inner petals will be purple fading outward to lilac and off-white. My sister Tammy has agreed to come with me.
Blessed Be.
Monday, January 15, 2007
First Tattoo
On February 21, 07 Aquarius I will get my first ink, shown on the left. The outer petals will be a dark red, and the inner petals will be purple fading outward to lilac and off-white. My sister Tammy has agreed to come with me.
Blessed Be.
A Look Back
Looking back, I would not believe it possible to be where I am today: in a small upstairs office of the home Rod, Deb, and I share, living the pagan life, every single day, without fear.
About six years ago I faced down my father who told me he wouldn't have "a witch for a daughter". This is the same man who forcibly pinned me to my bed and wrenched my cell phone from me all because I made a fuss over vacuuming my room for the second time in one week; a room I used 4 to 8 days out of every month. He suggested I had psychological problems, too. For my own sanity, I'm glad the details of March 5, 06 Aquarius are clouded now.
I miss my dojo and my family there. I hope they know I still care about them and think about them.
My grandmother and grandfather visited me a few months ago and refused a tour of my home. Then they told me my father bought me a car that I would have received if I just had been reasonable; that if I came back and went to college at East Stroudsburg University (the college I told them way back when I had no desire to attend), I would get it and full auto insurance and room and board for nothing, because they love their granddaughter.
Hogwash, in my opinion. Not make me pay for room and board? Yeah, right. Who do they think they're kidding? I wouldn't give up my life as it stands right now for a million dollars. Living with them would mean no altar in my room or down in the family room to celebrate my Gods. It would mean no dreamcatchers to add touches of beauty throughout the house. It would mean suppressing who and what I am -- Pagan, to the core; Mind, Body, and Soul.
My heart beats to the Mother's rhythms. My mind eagerly learns all that She has to offer. My soul rocks gently on the waves of Her love.
Here, we celebrate the cycles of the seasons on Samhain, Yule, Imbolc, Ostara, Beltane, Litha, Lughnassadh, and Mabon. Each month we celebrate the height of the Moon, Earth's little sibling. Twice a year we gather for the blessing of everyone Correllian, all around the planet, in this world and the Otherworld.
Here, we work magic. Magic is our focused will which drives the Universe to manifest our desires, if those desires harm none. Magic is beautiful, vibrant, and alive. Magic is helping a child grow within our Craft. Magic is watching the earth bear the fruits of our labors after a long spring and summer. Magic is two people falling in love and sharing that love with all around them.
Magic is watching the sunrise, something I do as often as I can.
I AM A WITCH. Neither the wrath nor the sadness nor the disappointment of anyone can change that.
About six years ago I faced down my father who told me he wouldn't have "a witch for a daughter". This is the same man who forcibly pinned me to my bed and wrenched my cell phone from me all because I made a fuss over vacuuming my room for the second time in one week; a room I used 4 to 8 days out of every month. He suggested I had psychological problems, too. For my own sanity, I'm glad the details of March 5, 06 Aquarius are clouded now.
I miss my dojo and my family there. I hope they know I still care about them and think about them.
My grandmother and grandfather visited me a few months ago and refused a tour of my home. Then they told me my father bought me a car that I would have received if I just had been reasonable; that if I came back and went to college at East Stroudsburg University (the college I told them way back when I had no desire to attend), I would get it and full auto insurance and room and board for nothing, because they love their granddaughter.
Hogwash, in my opinion. Not make me pay for room and board? Yeah, right. Who do they think they're kidding? I wouldn't give up my life as it stands right now for a million dollars. Living with them would mean no altar in my room or down in the family room to celebrate my Gods. It would mean no dreamcatchers to add touches of beauty throughout the house. It would mean suppressing who and what I am -- Pagan, to the core; Mind, Body, and Soul.
My heart beats to the Mother's rhythms. My mind eagerly learns all that She has to offer. My soul rocks gently on the waves of Her love.
Here, we celebrate the cycles of the seasons on Samhain, Yule, Imbolc, Ostara, Beltane, Litha, Lughnassadh, and Mabon. Each month we celebrate the height of the Moon, Earth's little sibling. Twice a year we gather for the blessing of everyone Correllian, all around the planet, in this world and the Otherworld.
Here, we work magic. Magic is our focused will which drives the Universe to manifest our desires, if those desires harm none. Magic is beautiful, vibrant, and alive. Magic is helping a child grow within our Craft. Magic is watching the earth bear the fruits of our labors after a long spring and summer. Magic is two people falling in love and sharing that love with all around them.
Magic is watching the sunrise, something I do as often as I can.
I AM A WITCH. Neither the wrath nor the sadness nor the disappointment of anyone can change that.
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