SURVIVING THE RISE

It would be much easier if I were made of something else, something more sensible and human. Most of the time, I do not enjoy being here. There is too much pain and carelessness and self-indulgence and all of it cuts and beats and blocks the sun too often. But then again, once is too much, isn’t it?

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HONOR AMONG THIEVES (OR THE LACK THEREIN)

Picture me, drinking my morning coffee on the day that same-sex marriage became legal in Alabama, stumbling onto this article while searching for the original video of Hozier’s song. At first, I was intrigued. It didn’t hurt that he wrote brilliantly. What really irks me? He’s wrong. Plain and simple. Let’s break this down a bit.

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AN ORANGE AND BLUE WITCH

I fell in love with Auburn University while she was still alive. For this, I am so grateful. I remember her, rocking back and forth on the porch and chewing her nails, trying to grasp the difference between being a doctor and holding a doctorate. Not that it made any nevermind to her: I had made it. But here I am. Without her. Struggling to stand again.

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BEDTIME STORIES

I don’t know how old I was when magic tripped across symbols upon a page and flipped in the air to land in my heart. I do know that it made me hungry for something my birth had forgotten and that I felt certain that the moment was somehow a tragedy, as if I had found a hole that would never be full. I was right.

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MY LOVER’S QUARREL (WITH THE WORLD)

Leave it to me to get exactly what I asked for . . . and then be confounded by the answer. How long had I whined: I don’t want to teach anymore . . . I want to stay home and grow things and write things and cook things. Long enough that the echo of it is still haunting me. And: I cast for it.

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LAMB COUNTRY

And then . . . it was spring again. Funny how it always seems to be so far away. This year, I was convinced that it had taken the last train to Georgia, then hopped a boat to Jamaica. I reckon most of us magical folk knew something was beginning. As always, beginnings are the harder part for me–mostly on account of they always ensure endings.

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COMPLICITY IN THE FAITH

I remember it like it was yesterday. I’ve blogged about this before, but today: I feel my friend standing behind me. Skinny. Blond. Troubled. Bullied. And now, gone. But I feel him, and I remember the first time I stood up for someone. It wouldn’t be the last.

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HINOEUMA: WARRIOR WITCH

I’ve always known I had no choice about one thing in my life. While others mitigate, ruminate and speculate I burn. An Aries according to Greek astrology, the rare Fire Horse according to Chinese theology, I am fire. Period, end of story. And I, according to legend, am cursed.

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SWEET LANDSLIDE

I remember the first time I saw my daughter’s face.  I remember that season of my life.  The sterile smell of a cheap hospital room, the glow from hospital-grade night lights, the hum of machinery running along the wire.  And in that world, two liquid brown eyes.   We were all alone.  Nothing but my two boys ever came that close again to living; nothing ever will.

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PAGAN PRIVILEGE AND THE DINOSAUR

No matter how long I hang around, I am always stunned at the bad manners and shoddy home training of the general population. I reckon, the only Southern element gnawing here is: my hurt-ass feelings at human cruelty. But even that can be attributed to the condition of being human.

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SACRAL ACTS: THE REAL THING

Last night, after practically drooling over the dormant bees the teacher brought for “show and tell,” my son was the lucky (?) recipient of said bees. They came home in a jar–I was forced to “pet” one (lawd) and then? Tears. Away from their hive, the instructor had noted to the boy, there wasn’t much hope for survival.

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THE WITCH’S MATRIX

It happened again. The hubby and I were curled up watching a movie on t.v. that was continuously interrupted by the most inane, graphically-disabled commercials I had ever seen. He stares at them, helpless to turn away and trained by a different generation that rarely moved two feet from the bright lights of techno junk. Until he noticed me doing what I have always done: head turned, humming to myself, in another world.

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SO. YOU BOUGHT THAT BOOK ON KITCHEN WITCHERY?

There appears to be a wealth of books out and about that incorporate pre-crafted spells and recipes for the beginner kitchen witch. And I call: bullspit. Y’all, let’s get real about this little slice of the Craft: it cannot be copied or imitated and only the guidelines can be taught.

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MAGIC AND FAIRNESS/ROOSTERS AND LIONS

It all started in the Summer of 2012. After being gifted old layers, and two undetermined young roosters, there wasn’t much in the way of actual egg-laying going on around here. So, I sent the hubby down the road for three young hens in hopes of baby peepers in the spring.

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THE APOLOGY: GRANDMA AND THE GADFLY

These damnable holidays are threatening my sanity. Christmas trees and turkeys and money all dancing in a macabre threat to unloose memories of my childhood. I reckon the holidays are my gadfly: a tinseled buzz in my ear, against the skin of my comfort zone pushing and shoving me into yet another changeling season.

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MABON: SOUTHERN FRIED (With 2 Guest Posts!)

And here we are at our beloved Pagan Thanksgiving, the Harvest Moon, this wondrous time of the year that belongs to celebration, yet smacks of the beginning of the end to a cycle. Just over a year ago, we thunked our boxes down and planted our feet on a run-down country porch, hoping that it would love us back. And: it did.

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RAISING HER HEAD: GODDESS RESURGENCE AND PAGAN RESPONSIBILITY

We have seen it coming, haven’t we? Oh, we might not post about it on Faceplant or talk about it in public forums, but we smell it just around yonder tree and have struggled to be encouraged by the increasingly prevalent Pagan resurgence on our planet. On the one hand, I am grateful that I will witness at least a moment of where we are going; on the other, I am terrified for my son.

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