Archive for November, 2012


Truth

Dance for yourself, if someone understands good. If not then no matter, go right on doing what you love.

–Lois Hurst

“Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.”
Havelock Ellis

I cannot lie

I needed to share this, especially since I’m finishing up a Lawhead series (the Raven King series – an historical retelling of Robin Hood). They are by no means small books. 🙂

Adventures and Musings of an Arch Druidess

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That’s not true, though, is it? We don’t really change who we are.
People. Don’t. Change.

I tell myself that I’m not the same girl I used to be, but I really am.
I try to rationalize that I can’t be hurt, that I won’t let myself feel anymore.
I don’t want to believe in romantic love anymore. It feels so far away, so false.

I love my husband, don’t get me wrong. But he’s just a man.
Much like I am just a woman.
We are flawed and prone to hurting one another on occassion.

I don’t want to believe in rainbows and unicorns and pots of gold.
I don’t want to believe in higher beings holding power over my life.
I don’t want to believe in anything bigger than me.

But I do.
Somewhere, deep down, I belive in the happy endings and meant-to-bes.

And those beliefs lead to disappointment, saddness and a general melancholy outlook on life.
But they can also lead to wonder, joy, and amazement.

Today, though, I’m feeling the melancholy.
No, that’s a lie. It’s not just today. It’s been the last few days.
I’m not sure why it started, or when. I just know that things have made me edgy, sad, pissed off, and overall unhappy.

Seeing other people happy makes me frustrated.
Why can’t I have that?!

Ugh.

Time to go find a quiet corner and meditate.

I wanted to get this posted tonight, as I will be gorging myself on turkey and potatoes tomorrow.  😉

In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies. For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were celebrated by individual colonies and states. It wasn’t until 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November.

From Wikipedia:
“Prayers of thanks and special thanksgiving ceremonies are common among almost all religions after harvests and at other times.The holiday’s history in North America is rooted in English traditions dating from the Protestant Reformation. It also has aspects of a harvest festival, even though the harvest in New England occurs well before the late-November date of the holiday.”

The date of Thanksgiving has changed over time, once being held on the final Thursday of November, then it was changed to the 4th Thursday of November.

While doing some searching around WordPress and the rest of ‘teh internetz’ I found this blog post. Let me just say that I love it!

And here’s a great little blessing (for Pagans and non-pagans alike):

We give thanks for this good green earth and all that lives upon it.
Thanks for the air, the Great Breath that that flows from leaf to lung and back again, sustaining life.
Thanks for fire, leaping flame and glowing hearth, warmth in the cold season.
Thanks for water, the life-renewing rain, the springs, streams, and rivers, the pools and lakes, the great oceans, womb of the first life.
Thanks for soil and for the web of life within it, tiny bacteria, threadlike fungi, slithering worm, that nourishes the grain, the wildflower and the redwood.
Thanks for the sun, for life-sustaining radiance showering down on us each day.
Thanks for the moon, for the waxing and waning light that drives the tides.
Thanks for our living bodies with their miraculous abilities to heal, to give and receive pleasure, to create new life.
Thanks for the food we eat: thanks to all the beings whose death sustains our lives. Thanks to all who tend and grow our food, who plant and harvest, who bring it to us, who cook it for us with love.
Thanks for the great creative spirit that continues to invent, to play, to increase the diversity and beauty around us.
Thanks for the cycles of birth, growth, death and decay that come back around, always, to regeneration.
Thanks for the love and the community we share, for all the ways we express love, all the acts of kindness and compassion that weave us together.
Thanks to the courage of all who stand up for the earth and for justice, who against all evidence and all odds continue to believe in our power to make a better world.
Thanks to all who say yes–yes, we will do it!
We will renew the land and feed the hungry.
We will face down tyrants and set the prisoners free.
We will repair the damage and heal the wounds.
We will learn to live with open hands and open hearts, in balance and in peace.
We give thanks.

Temporarily Out of Commission… BRB

Sometimes, life has a way of kicking you when you’re down.
I’ve been busy, sick, cranky, and moody. I’ve put writing on hold and I don’t much like it.

In better news, though, my ATS (r) classes resumed last week, and our student troupe is now officially formed. Yay!
We havev a mini performance at “Gathering of the Gypsy’s” at Black Dog Coffee & Wine Bar in Lowertown St. Paul (MN for the non-residents). I don’t care much for the name, but it is what it is. And it is a fun time with lots of dancers. Flamenco, ATS (r), Tribal (non-ATS), Fusion, live music. It’s sooooooooooooooo awesome.

Hopefully I’ll have some pictures… maybe video.
I’m not completely happy with my stage presence, but I’ll deal.

So, I’ll get back to ya’ll soon.
Hugs and kisses.

Love