Quote of the Year~

“Magick is not created by man, it is a part of man, having its basis in the structure of his brain, his body and his nervous system in their relations to his conceptual universe, the matrix of thought, and of speech, the mother of thought.”

~ Jack Parsons

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DoMagick – 30 days of meditative acts

Image from Stephanie Law

This December, I am taking part in Andrieh Vitimus’ #DoMagick 30 day challenge. The theme for December is meditative acts. I have to admit that the timing for this is almost perfect, as I have been reading Digital Ambler‘s working with the Archangels and have been wanting to begin using those devotionals myself.

To get ready for the challenge, as the research has been done for me, I am doing a few things.

This weekend, I cleaned my home from top-to-bottom. Things not being used and/or worn were given to charities and clutter was organised.

I have been looking at beads to make my chaplets for reciting the angelic devotionals. I’ve also found a set of small statues that I will be purchasing for my altar space. The chaplets will be made and consecrated to the work before December begins — quite probably over Thanksgiving break, in all honesty.

I have also been taking up the daily practice of banishing. I am trying to get both morning and evening rites done, but they have been a bit hit-or-miss, with generally at least one occurring daily. The banishing that I am using is from Phil Hine. I don’t know if it has a formal name, but I call it Circle of Stars. It just gels with me and for me, and I have noticed that work days are much calmer (at least for me) after I begin the day with the banishing. I do struggle to get to it at the closing of my day, but am going to be trying it as a transition from the work day to my own time when I get home from work.

So, here it is, my public declaration of intent. Sometimes she talks to angels, indeed.

I ran with scissors~

About a month ago, I cut my hair.

Radically.

I went from almost being able to sit on my hair to a long bob in the span of 45 minutes.

I needed a change. I needed to cut the past from me, and begin fresh. I needed to know that I would survive, still fierce and free.

And… I liked it.

It’s not easier to care for, by any means. I can no longer skip a few days between washes, although arrow root is my best friend some hectic mornings. I’ve also fallen in love with the beach-babe wave my hair naturally has when it is is shorter.

Much of my resistance to cutting my hair was a hold-over of my mother always pressuring me. For the past 15+ years, I’ve had long hair (varying lengths, but always below the shoulder) and refused to cut it because that was the expectation my mother’s generation had.

It was a surprise to me when I went and did it. An impulse out of the blue that I acted on, much to the nervousness of the stylist. I know she sees many people go for a cut and then lament it, but hair is hair, and it grows. I have to admit that much of my resistance to cutting my hair was a hold-over of my mother always pressuring me. For the past 15+ years, I’ve had long hair (varying lengths, but always below the shoulder) and refused to cut it because that was the expectation my mother’s generation had. Women of a certain age should have short hair. Nonsense to that!

However, I did see a photograph of a beautiful older woman with silver hair in a long bob. Her expression was one of fierce determination. She was not finished with living her life, and damn if she wasn’t living it to her terms.

I admire that.

My haircut, on my terms. My life, on my terms.

And right now, I’m digging the sea salt spray and scarlet leaves on the shore vibes this year is bringing.

Entranced Sorcery

a meme poem~

Mysterious ecstasy of feather strokes on my skin
kindling dormant embers of Divinity within.
Divine magnetism drives me forward, pursuing this goal,
but this path to union, to wholeness, can take its tool.
Arcane fascination is a joy and delight,
Seductive charm bathed in sensual light.
Enigmatic Trickster! My fire, my soul,
beautiful feathered bird spun from alchemical gold.

The mysterious ecstasy of feather strokes on my skin
kindles dormant embers of Divinity within.

*The art work that went along with this ‘Witch name’ generator was lovely in itself, but the purpose was rather banal. Really. “Hello, I’m Transcendent Obsession, pleasure to meet you.” And yet, there is a certain playfulness the terms engender, and a certain calling to enliven the qualities within both myself and daily life. Perhaps not so much a ‘name’ generator so much as a theme for the day.
Worth further exploration.

Questions on a Friday afternoon~

What if everything you knew was a lie?

Wheels within wheel, in a spiral array,
the illusion of Eternity reflected in a
clockworks machine.

What if everything you knew was true?

Broken shells of worlds nested one within
another~ this time it will work, and Eternity
become real, not just a dream we chase in ‘the Cloud’.

What if everything you knew was both?

The Angel rises with the Daemon & falls
again to Matter,
Eternally married in the union of opposites.

And so it is, we dance.

Silk-spun hermitage

I have cocooned myself this summer~
wrapped myself away from the daily chaos modern life bombards us with;
wrapped myself away with silk-soft strands of animal wisdom around me.

I learned from my dog to play with abandon;
to bark & howl with sheer joy a moving body brings;
to wag my tail & invite others to play – without shame or judgement – & share this exuberance of life.

I learned from my cats it is okay to walk away when I am done;
to nap without excuse & to do nothing with serene & regal grace;
to blink my eyes slowly in the face of ‘should be doing(s)’, stretch languidly & reply that I am doing nothing but being.

I have cocooned myself away this summer.
I shall not break free – that struggle is for the butterfly & not me.
I wish to expand this cocoon of earned wisdom & find others of like mind.
Together, we can create the world I long to Be in.

Near Midsummer

Hot crabs, cold beer, & Old Bay – that’s what Maryland summers are made of.

“Crabs are done!”

Hot spice scent fills my house, steam rises from red cooked crabs,
cats and dog circle round trying to figure out how to penetrate
armoured hard shells protecting succulent white flesh.

Sweat drenches, it’s hot, hot work steaming a bushel of crabs-
a gift from a friend “just because.”
Kindness is currency and will cycle back round to him
and back again to me. It’s just how we do things on the Bay.

“Aren’t you having any, Mom?”

Oh, yes, baby. Just not yet.
It’s hot, hot business doing crabs right – but it’s in my bones,
I learned it right growing up on this water.

1/2 a quart taken in and another 1/2 quart of water to take in,
replacing water steam has called out of my skin. Don’t replenish water lost with beer – not yet. Save it, save it for after-

“I’m going to take the dog out first.”

Into the night, teased by clouds, but still cool and the breeze
tickle-kisses the rest of the sweat from my skin. More water drunk as the pup mozies along, taking in all the day’s gossip peed out by others.

He adds his own replies several times,
and I hope he doesn’t advertise our windfall of crustaceans.

“Want a beer, Mom?”

I sure do. I’m ready now, body cooled, soul soothed, appetite roused.
Sure smells good in here, and feels better, too. The fans all put in valiant effort to suck out the kitchen heat and suck in the cool night air

Natty-Bo cold in my hand, crab still warm and
smothered with Old Bay before me,
life is good in the summer.

The alchemy of lemonade~

So that was a thing.

Yesterday, my undesirable habit of putting things aside for ’tomorrow’ came back to bite me in the bum. (I’m working on it, really I am, and now have a bit more fuel for that habit forging fire.) I had gotten my electric bill and, yes, set it aside to focus on the end-of-school-year merry-go-round. I have been busy planning (and daydreaming) everything that I am going to do when my time is my own again. That alone was occupying my mental energy and time: focusing on the future and counting down the days in my head, and I completely forgot the ‘now’.

All right, I’ve been thinking, when life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade! Make life take the lemons back! Get Mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man whose gonna burn your house down – with the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that’ll burn your house down!
~Cave Johnson

My power was cut off. My children kindly informed me of this via text message and I (very red faced) called my power company, apologized profusely, and paid my bill. I was humbled. I was embarrassed, and I was bordering on getting angry when my children texted me again an hour later wondering why the power was still out. Power companies, like the gods, work on their own schedule.

I admit, on my drive home, I felt tempted to go to the central office and pull a Cave Johnson on them, but after starting to giggle from reciting the ‘Lemon Rant’ I was feeling calmer. After all, it was my fault we were in this predicament. The power company really was not to blame, and they had someone scheduled to come out that afternoon. Instead, I stopped at our local beer shop, got a nice six-pack of Dogfish Head’s Romantic Chemistry and a bag of ice. Once home, I pulled out the beach cooler, iced the beer, and sat outside enjoying the sun and socializing with my children.

Let’s make small talk~

What do you do when life gives you lemons? Do you go the lemonade route? Combustible lemons? Or do you find a third citrusy option?

In the time that it took me to take my daughter to her place of work and return home, the power had been restored. And… denying the impulse to rush back inside to fire up the electronic toys, I continued to sit outside in the sun and enjoy the spicy, fruit yumminess of my beer. I also penciled in the next due date for my power bill two days earlier than I need to pay it.

No more combustible lemons for me.

Day dreams, day trips, and walkabout~

The 12-pack even comes with a handy treasure map inside!

Summer break is just around the corner for me, and I find myself optimistically happy about this. Last year, summer break was very short due to end of work dates before summer camp started, and an unexpected move. Naturally, I don’t really wish a repeat of that, so I’ve been thinking about adventures.  Granted, the Devil’s Backbone Virginia craft brew adventure pack I picked up last night is also helping to turn my mind toward adventure.

There are two of each of the collaborative brews included, so my son and I sat down to sample them. This year, the brews are:

  • Craic Stout (4.6% ABV, 39 IBU): Classic Irish Style Dry Stout, a collaboration with Mad Fox Brewing Company
  • Cross Eyed Stranger (7.8% ABV, 90 IBU): India Pale Ale with Exotic Hops, a collaboration with Ocelot Brewing Company
  • Tide de Mars (6.1% ABV, 21 IBU): Bier de Mars Ale, a collaboration with O’Connor Brewing Company
  • Sixth Circle Sour IPA (5.7% ABV, 19 IBU): Sour India Pale Ale, a collaboration with Parkway Brewing Company
  • Crystall Brett (5.5% ABV, 26 IBU): Special Ale Brewed with Crystal hops, a collaboration with Three Notch’d Brewing Company.
  • Devils Backbone Basecamp Favorite Vienna Lager (5.2% ABV, 18 IBU) is also featured in the Adventure Pack.

Let’s make small talk~

How do you find time for adventures when you’re busy? Or do you, like me, live vicariously through the adventures of others whilst biding your time?

I have to be honest and give them all a five out five star rating.
The Sixth Circle Sour was especially tasty in the heat of the afternoon, which bumped it up for me. I have the feeling that if I tried it in cooler weather it would have only gotten 3 out of five.

Sadly, we sat down without any note taking equipment — just ourselves and our taste buds, and the sultry June evening. The good news is, this means I need to get another pack next weekend so we can properly make notes about the sampler pack whilst we plan out our day trip to Virginia.