kitten is here

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November 10th, 2015. Rowan, aka Baby R, made her appearance into our lives. 7 pounds 10 ounces of fury rolled into a tiny human. Thank the Gods for blessing us.

Her nickname is kitten. She’s a happy, quiet newborn, makes tiny little sounds much like a kitten. Until something sets her off, and she roars not unlike He-Man’s Battlecat.

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personal birch set of runes

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These have been years in the making. At the initial undertaking of this project, holding a gorgeous birch branch fresh fallen from a violent thunderstorm-the plan was to make the things as authentic as one could.

Many sources were sought and read. Nothing seemed do-able for me. My gut wanted to burn the runes using my wood burning tool. Many sources said that was not good, the runes must be carved/scratched into the wood. And I was insisting on using my Birch branch, not a fruit bearing tree branch. My gut versus the books, I couldn’t decide. I sat on the idea for two years.

Then came the due date of baby R. And I felt an internal push to do the runes now. I’ll have a large supply of blood to paint them with, do the thing NOW.

I went with my woodburning tool. When I know more about the runes, and make other sets down the road, I’ll concern myself with the ‘proper way’ to make them then. For now, these are a learning tool, and I went with what my gut said to do two years ago, despite what my eyes had read. And I feel oddly at peace.

Blooding them will come next.

the wheel turns

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The leaves have all but gone,
the mighty river slows down.
Mother Earth inhales a deep sigh of contentment.
“It is time to sleep”, the crow caws.
The wheel continues to turn.

Took that photo during one of my walks home from my son’s school. Everything has an ominous tone to it lately. I can’t put my finger on it. Maybe my hormones, as my personal wheel is turning quite fast.

At best, I have four more days till the birth of the new one. Every day, the physical things I can do, become less and less. The back pain and contractions become more intense. I’ve been here before. I know this routine. What’s changed is my awareness. The dance the pregnant mother does between life and death, during those moments when time stands still.

The Goddess watches and waits. I’ve been headblind with so much lately. I know She is there. She will dance with me when the time comes. There is comfort in that.

Announcement and Request for Submissions!

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Announcement and Request for Submissions!

Signal boosting!!! Sounds like an awesome project!

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I am working on a compilation of queer and trans people regarding experiences with Freyja in regards to their sexuality and/or gender identities (Current working title: Freyja Over the Rainbow – I’m taking suggestions for that too).  There is a lot of emphasis on the Lady with regards to heterosexuality and cisgender perspectives, and I know from both personal experience and many, many discussions that I’ve had that I’m not the only one that the Lady has encouraged in exploration and sovereignty over their own sexuality and gender.

The submissions may be of any length, need to be professionally written (I can do minor editing to clean up any spelling or grammatical errors, but I will confirm with you before publishing), and have no requirements of knowledge of Lore or particular background.  The only requirements are that they be genuine and come from the heart.

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Intensity

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One of the most exciting feelings I can get, IS THE NEED TO MAKE THE THINGS. RIGHT NOW.

I’m a natural procrastinator. Especially with art. It can be months, or a year, before an idea comes to fruition.

Unless the Unseen are involved. I have experienced Loki when He has decided I must do the things, and Now. I can shrug off the push for a few days. I can tell myself lies. But soon enough, there is nothing else but to do it, and Now.

I was on the recieving end of such a ‘push’ today, by The Morrigan. All at once this flurry of ideas came flying through. Do this. Not that. Cleanse the things before the work! MAKE.

And into a trance I went.

And when I ‘woke’ up two hours later…I had crafted a crow skull out of clay, and fixed the remaining crow feathers I had left, to it’s skull. And my house smells of sage, and I now have a bounty of black salt for next week.

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Exhausted doesn’t explain how I feel. Elated though, as it’s the first thing I’ve made for Her, and is fitting. When the clay dries, I will paint it.

But for now, I need a nap.

Love Notes From Freyja 10/16/15

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You are worthy.  You flail, you wander, you worry.  You look to me for approval, and I say: you are worthy.  You weep and tear and sob, and I say: you are worthy.  You wonder if you will ever be enough, and you can never not be.  You are worthy.  Worthy of love, worthy of jewels, worthy of warmth, of sex, of comfort, and sumptuous sensuality and sacred seidh.  Worthy of all I give.  Don’t forget it daughter.  You are worthy. Open your heart to receive me, and never doubt that you are worthy of my gifts, worthy of me.  -Freyja/Gefn

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The Morrigan

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…I sought divination in regards to some family issues going on.

Was not prepared for what came.

For many moons I’ve been reading Celtic based fiction. Every book ended up featuring an aspect of the triple Goddess, The Morrigan. Then I started reading random fiction, where the cover of the book appealed to me. There was always a character with a name like Morgan, Morgana, Morgaine. Or Macha, the red mane.

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Then came the dreams, the unexplained visitors. The things I was randomly thinking about, endlessly. Then comments from strangers. So on and so forth. I paid nothing any mind, other than coincedental.

The reading came, and it basically said ‘You will know peace once you let the Morrigan into your life.’

Suddenly allllllll the signs and thoughts and memories and everything flooded in at once and I felt bad. She understands I’ve been preoccupied and focusing on the wrong things. I will work with Her once the baby is here, and things have settled some. She’s asked that I’m of clear mind to let Her in.

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She’s asking me to transform. To finish what started a few years ago, as I’ve been in this caterpillar/cocoon stage since. I am excited, and scared. But I feel safe. My mind is quiet somewhat now. I see where my path is heading next. Life is quite the journey, indeed.

Loki is helping me accept my ‘scapegoat’ role I am playing. Yesterday was a day of ugly truths, harsh reality, and the realization that while I play the scapegoat, my father and my sisters are able to function together as a family for the first time in 3 years. It hurts, and I’m creating boundaries to keep myself ok. But I’m also seeing why I have to accept this role. And with The Morrigan and Loki’s help, I don’t feel the victim. I see it for what it is, and I’m stronger for it.

which pill do you take?

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The blue pill is looking mighty fine lately.

My country is in the midst of election woes. The dictator in charge right now has a good chance of staying in power. And he’s slowly giving away every last natural resource we have. Whether he gives it away or destroys it, it’s the same thing. I feel the stress when I go outside. I look at my favorite places and it’s almost disassociative now. Like I’m preparing for their termination. No point in fighting it.

No point in fighting anything. The news lately has been horrific. Never has it been so painfully obvious that society is fucked. Yet the majority of people sleep, still.

Maybe I’m just hormonal and tired. My moods have changed considerably. I’m taking an fb break for a day or so. Maybe longer. I need to recharge. I usually take much better care of myself. I’ve let my empathic self get overwhelmed with the bad. Time to breathe again, before I take that blue pill.

October 2015 – What to Expect

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“If you feel lost, disappointed, hesitant, or weak, return to yourself, to who you are, here and now and when you get there, you will discover yourself, like a lotus flower in full bloom, even in a muddy pond, beautiful and strong.”
~ Masaru Emoto, Secret Life of Water

Hello, Lovelies ❤

October snuck up on me,but we’ve made peace and I’ve had a solid investigation of the energies for the month ahead. Let me share my insights with you.

October is a month for nestling and cocooning. For finding and nurturing that sense of belonging. For doing the things that fill your heart with gladness, peace and contentment. It’s a month for working away on projects that have meaning for you, for quiet time and family time. It’s the perfect month for anything to do with heart and home.

You’ll be amazed at just how much you can…

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HSPs, Empaths, War and Refugees

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This. So much. I’m already doing a bunch of the suggestions, like turning off the newsfeed, joining the collective to put my voice out there, and trying to realise getting overly upset over the injustice of it all isn’t helpful to the people who live with me. Trying to be mindful and put action to where it can be helpful. Hopefully reading this helps other empaths and HSPs.

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“I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing. I am the sin of memory and the absence of memory. I watch the news and my mouth becomes a sink full of blood. The lines, the forms, the people at the desks, the calling cards, the immigration officers, the looks on the street, the cold settling deep into my bones, the English classes at night, the distance I am from home. But Alhamdulilah all of this is better than the scent of a woman completely on fire, or a truckload of men, who look like my father pulling out my teeth and nails, or fourteen men between my legs…

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