Sunday was fantastic.
My year & a day is on hold right now, only because I have been sick for the past few weeks and don't have a lot of energy to devote to my training. I am doing things here and there that are still spiritual, but not on a daily basis. I am trying to incorporate my spirituality to my mundane, so that every day is sacred to me, but I'm having difficulty due to my depression.
Sunday, after archery lesson, I went with my bestie over to her house to do a new beginnings ritual. I had a life and a death arrow with things I wanted to accomplish in different areas (work, health, relationship, money) of my life (life), and the things that had stopped me from doing so, what we learned from it and how we planned to fix it (death.) We lit a candle for new beginnings, and one for positive energy. We had thoughtful coins, the kind with a pretty picture and a saying inscribed on the back, to help guide us in our endeavors.
I'm thinking of doing this once a month, after archery, with my bestie, as well as doing a ritual on my own every Sunday morning. I think this will help me both spiritually and mentally. When I feel those areas in my life are whole, I am physically better.
New beginnings, actively taking part.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
*heart*
Come little children
I'll take thee away, into a land
of Enchantment
Come little children
the time's come to play
here in my garden
of Magic
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and
the Sorrows
Weep not poor childlen
for life is this way
murdering beauty and
Passions
Hush now dear children
it must be this way
to weary of life and
Deceptions
Rest now my children
for soon we'll away
into the calm and
the Quiet
Come little children
I'll take thee away, into a land
of Enchantment
Come little children
the time's come to play
here in my garden
of Shadows
Here I would give credit where credit is due, but this poem has been attributed to many authors and copyright is still in debate.
I'll take thee away, into a land
of Enchantment
Come little children
the time's come to play
here in my garden
of Magic
Follow sweet children
I'll show thee the way
through all the pain and
the Sorrows
Weep not poor childlen
for life is this way
murdering beauty and
Passions
Hush now dear children
it must be this way
to weary of life and
Deceptions
Rest now my children
for soon we'll away
into the calm and
the Quiet
Come little children
I'll take thee away, into a land
of Enchantment
Come little children
the time's come to play
here in my garden
of Shadows
Here I would give credit where credit is due, but this poem has been attributed to many authors and copyright is still in debate.
Friday, January 7, 2011
o1:
I see a crescent moon just above the horizon like a Cheshire cat's grin & wonder what the gods have in store for me. Will Gaia take my mothering to new depths or will Artemis test my strengths? I wonder, will Apollo & his Muses tap into my creativity and take me off into artistic adventures? Only time will tell. I ponder while the moonn begis to set & turns blood red.
Here's to a new year full of surprises.
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