All I Want For Yule. . .

Posted on January 7, 2010 by Cynthia

Postastic today, finally have time to catch up!

As mentioned in the previous post, my coven pulls names for one large gift. All other gift giving is entirely up to the givers. We were all blessed with many gifts from all. Some I can’t even tell you about. But I did get a rubber devil ducky with a pierced horn and tattoos, a box of black cat bandaids, some candy, a lovely painting of the Goddess, candles, bindi, I truly scored.

This however was the coup de grace. That is a quarter below it. This gorgeous beauty is 4 – 5″ across. What a lucky witch am I.

Project Update Deux

Posted on January 7, 2010 by Cynthia

Little Amulet Bags

I made these for my coven mates. Each one is designed for them in their style. These are folded into thirds and contain a pouch inside the same size as the folded pouch. Can be used for amulets or a jewelry keeper or whatever one fancies. We drew names and gave one large gift to one person and then, as desired/able, small gifties to the others. I made the blue moon face with fimo and the pentacle with silver wire. Little buttons, charms, beads, etc.

Radiomancy ~ All about witches

Posted on December 28, 2009 by Cynthia

What a night. I had this lush and visually beautiful, extremely colorful, dream right before I woke.

I’m driving into a mall near my house in a big vintage white Cadillac, fins and everything. There is a large hole, very wide and deep, in the parking lot but plenty of space for me to park between the edge and the other car. I park and when I get out of the car the edge of the hole is now 6 inches from the car and about 100 feet deep. It takes me a while to get up the nerve to tippy toe around and get away to my destination.

I go in to this bookstore and I’m perusing the witchy titles to see what’s interesting. Very cool bookstore, lots of light with very interesting stuff about. Someone comes up and says to me, “Come on, we’re gonna be late!” and takes my hand and whisks me away. We go through this door into this amazingly gorgeous room. There are plushy velvet settees set on risers like the best theatre seating ever. Dark hand carved wood walls. Lush textures everywhere. Down in front is a seating area in a circle with a low table in front, covered with books. There are people dressed in the most eye catching velvets and satins, all drapey sleeves, long skirts and tunics, and glossy hair sitting in every space. Everyone is chatting. I sit and just watch and chat for awhile.

At some point my queen’s queen takes me to the front and sits me down beside her. She starts showing me these exquisite books of shadows. (It’s really hard to write this without using the same descriptive words over and over as this was truly the prettiest dream I’ve ever had) The books are all hand written, on large parchment in leather covers. There are drawings and actual plant samples in them, seed pods and leaves, but when you close the books they lie flat. Then she shows me hers. I’ve never seen such delicate handwriting. Such beauty, such lovely artwork. I immediately decide I want to make mine that pretty. She’s telling me it’s been her life’s work. And I can tell that her knowledge is something else as we’ve been talking for a long time in dream time. I think of my own and feel ashamed of my own work. Must start over and make my own book from start to finish. She tells me her pen is from Italy.

My mind’s eye keeps seeing, even now, the lovely lavender silk velvet of the woman who was sitting next to me, the dark burgundy settees, the woods, the creamy whites and turquoise and of course black. Rich color everywhere.

I keep looking up at all the gorgeous people. And I realize that they all know me even though I don’t know them. They are paying attention to how I’m paying attention. And I see a woman who was part of the Outer Grove that lead to my initiation. I’m surprised to see her there. She seems uncomfortable and her garments aren’t as pretty and seem dull in comparison to the others. Kind of like there is this film between her and us. It makes me sad but I see how she’s brought herself to exactly where she is. As we all have.

I look back to the book and immediately decide that I need a new fountain pen that will write like that.

I was awoken from this amazing dream by the radio alarm saying “It was easier to stay in the closet.”

Well then. I’m getting the distinct impression that this year is going to be all about The Craft.

Gumption

Posted on December 17, 2009 by Cynthia

The other day I deleted a post I wrote about a job here at the university’s museum. HR declined to forward what I thought was an amazing resume and cover letter. I was sad. I really need more hours and a higher salary. And then I remembered that I had to work for the specific college that the museum is in. Which I do. But I also work for another completely unrelated department. And that department keeps overriding all my other appointments. It’s made a total hash of my paydays and it occurred to me that perhaps the reviewer in HR thought I didn’t work for the right department and didn’t even look at my resume. I called her. That is exactly what happened. So she reviewed my application materials and sent it on.

The good thing about this is that there will be a very small applicant pool. No one from outside the one school in the university can apply. There won’t be hundreds. Maybe a dozen or so. This is very good. Automatically puts one on the short list.

This? Is magic. Without the medication mediTAtion that gave me that lightbulb realization, I never would have called them. I was so sad and puzzled and hurt at first. I wondered what the universe was trying to tell me. Was I supposed to stay in a job that is okay but I can’t live on and that is ultimately just crazy making? Was I to wait for a better tech job? (that might still be case only time will answer that question)

The lesson today is that one must not give up. One must try to clear one’s mind and see further than one’s own disappointment for possibilities outside of one’s usual borders. I can’t see the whole picture if I shut down.

Blessed Be.