A Leaf On The Current

While I’ve been quiet on this blog, my life has been a riotous kaleidoscope of activity because having kids will do that to you.  The older Thadd gets, the busier I get: Scouts, Soccer, Track, various Science team competitions, and Finn isn’t too far behind with Scouts and Soccer coming up. They also have kept me busy with playing nurse to their flu/upper respiratory infected / allergy and asthma suffering selves. And somehow, through it all, I still manage to teach part-time, volunteer in PTA, be a Scout and Den Leader, keep up an active social life, and continue to be OPEN to new opportunities that come my way.

Spiritually I’ve been on a whirlwind ride of ecstatic discoveries about the Norse Gods, Anglo-Saxon paganism, my ancestry, and things that organically fit so well in my household cult. When I took those first tentative steps towards Odin’s outstretched offered hand, I had no idea what I was getting myself into or what to expect. Odin has a well deserved reputation for rocking your world down to the foundation if that what it takes to make you heed His words, and so I took the advice of others and made a contract with Him: a safety net of sorts to protect my family from any harm. He in turn promised me that I would learn about who I am and my ancestors and why it’s important for me to be at least familiar with the Norse Gods.

Making these sort of contractual agreements with Gods is a very alien idea to me. In Hellenismos and Religio-Romana there’s not a need to have such a binding agreement in place before working with the Gods because, as a general rule, The Gods don’t get involved in every aspect of your personal life and try to muck it up on an epic apocalyptic scale if you don’t do as your told.

The Norse will.

I’ve been doing my part: learning, studying, researching, and trusting when He nudges me to look deeper into a subject. One of the biggest things I’ve been wanting to know is about my ancestors before they came to America, more specifically, I wanted to know what ethnicities make up my family tree. After all, Odin did say it was because of my ancestors that it’s important that I am at least familiar with Northern European traditions. About two months ago I submitted my DNA to 23andMe, and all though the results are not at all shocking, I did have a good laugh.

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So, yeah… it might be important for me to learn about Northern European polytheism/paganism if I want to learn more about my ancestors and where I belong.

Right now I’m in a Heathen women’s study group and we are doing The Troth’s Introduction to Heathenism and we have gotten into the Wights, Disir, Alfs section.  I’ve had two moments of “OMG!” already in this section that went with a click in my head of things falling into place and making sense.

1) One of the wights mentioned is the “house ghost” (Harry Potter fans will be familiar with it being a House Elf). The Norwegian the nisse  and the Swedish  tomte are gnomes; they are entities that are attached to the family who help keep things running smoothly. In Anglo-Saxon paganism they are called the cofgodas – the house gods – and are equivalent to the Roman Penates.  I have a small collection of gnomes in the house and garden. I love them completely and to find out that this whole time my dear little gnomes are our house spirits thrills me (and the cross reference of Roman stuff doesn’t hurt either).

2) I’ve heard people speak about their personal Disir, but nothing was clicking for me: I don’t have past Queens or Goddesses in my posse, but I do have a great-great grandmother. From my reading, I learning more about the familial Matronae cult which I have a stronger pull towards since my personal practice revolves around my home and family. There’s a passage that says the Disir were represented by three women holding specific items and I’m thinking of trying my hand at a clay sculpture of my interpretation of it.

To be honest, I still feel like a leaf that fell into a fast moving current. I no longer have a firm answer to what culture my Polytheism belongs in: there’s bits of Hellenismos, Romana, and Heathenism. I’m not going to stress over it too much, after all my Romano-Britain ancestors did a great job merging differing cultures and practices to create a new vibrate religious life.

I think that’s where I’m headed.

One Little Word 2015

This year I am going to be braver than in the past by picking a One Little Word that will push me out of my comfort zone which might result in me taking risks I would not normally take.

For 2015 I am going to be more OPEN to new experiences that I would normally shy away from and as a by product I am embracing the word OPENNESS defined as ” the free expression of one’s true feelings and opinions” because one thing I learned in 2014 is that I am done toning down my feelings and opinions for the sake of others.

That doesn’t mean that I am going to turn into a raging bitch, but it does mean that if you say something that hurts my feelings I am going to stick up for myself.

I hope 2015 will be the year of new experiences and memories:  New piercing? haircut? hair color? tattoo?  Who knows? But I’m OPEN to the possibilities!

And now I leave you with inspirational memes found on Google.

What’s your One Little Word for 2015? I’d love to read about it!

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From The Desk Of Cora Post

The weather is… a long and scary drought. I have given up on having a garden for two years because of it which makes me very sad.  The fruit trees have made it through fairly well minus the Asian pear which I think might be a lost cause.

However! At this very moment of typing! It is RAINING!!  Glorious fat drops of water coming down out of a gray sky. It is truly a marvel to behold.  After we came back from NY I swore I’d never live in another place that wet stuff fell in large quantities from a cold gray sky and yet, as I get older, I think about how nice it would be to move up north.

How my One Little Word Discipline is manifesting in my life … Oh! My One Little Word for 2014. Truth be told I forgot what it was and had to look it up, so that might give you a hint as to how that’s been going.  Well, that might be too hard on myself. There has been Discipline featured throughout my life (Committee Chair for Thadd’s Scout Troop, PTA President at Thadd’s school, learning about Norse Things), but I just don’t get militant about it all.

Speaking of One Little Word: have you picked yours for 2015? I have mine ready to go and I am pretty excited about it! It’s going to be different from years past and I am looking forward to what it brings in the coming year.

Good TV / Pop Culture Indulgence … Let’s see: On Grimm, Nick got his Grimm-fu back so that was awesome, The Walking Dead was devastating (BETH!! NOOOO!!!), and Doctor Who reruns are always a nice reminder how much I love #10 and #11.

I’m reading… The Clockwork Angel (The Infernal Devices Trilogy) which is the prequel to the The Immortal Instruments series (I read them already).  I love this world because it merges my love of vampires and werewolves with my fascination with angels and demons. Plus, there’s a few love stories for this hopeless romantic.

I’m also reading two translations of the Poetic Edda. I figured if I’m going to learn The Lore, I better do it right.  It’s funny, when I started this journey I thought that I’d stick to the Anglo-Saxon stuff since that is what my ancestors were, but I keep getting firmly pushed onto the Continent (Hello, Frau Holle!) and I keep going, “but this has nothing to do with my ancestors. We aren’t German!” and then I had an “I’m such an idiot” moment because my mother’s side IS German! Her grandfather’s last name became an Anglicized form of Koch and one of our cousins has all the information on the family who came from Germany and built a church in Pennsylvania.

So, yeah, maybe I should just let Odin led me where He sees fit.

My guilty pleasure is… watching  My Five Wives. I am so intrigued by the show and the situations that arise.  How would I handle four sister wives?  I then take that further by designing a more efficient way of ordering things: like, having one large central kitchen and dining area that would fit 6 adults and 25 children and since Brady rotates every night with a wife and he wants some “me time” I think it would make sense to do a Monday-Friday set schedule with the wives and then he has Saturday and Sunday night to himself in his “man cave”. That way each wife knows exactly which day she has and it’s easier to switch nights for birthdays or anniversaries.

And then my brain starts with “what if there’s only 2 sisterwives?” and how silly it would be for the guy to bounce back and forth every other night, that it would make since to stay with each wife for a month…but that the wives really ought to be working together as a family unit and not solely relying on the man to meet all of their emotional needs.

I probably have pondered all of this a bit too much.

A highlight in my life … There’s an official teenager living in our house! I’m not sure how that happened, but one night I still had a tween and the next morning there was a teen standing in my kitchen.  I am so proud of the young man he is and am very excited to see the man he will grow up to be.

What I created/cooked that is worthy of a humblebrag … I am going to make persimmon cookies today for the first time and I am will be using my press cookie thingy so I’ll have to wait to see if they pass the test. I also have a few ideas of things to make out of clay that I’m pretty excited about. I’ll post pictures if they turn out well!

A Lesson In Epic Failing: Sometimes It Really Is All About You

clean house good lifeFor a few years now I’ve turned myself into knots thinking about how I am supposed to show service to the Gods. I’ve read blog posts, Facebook posts, websites that speak about how we humans need to be in service to the Gods and what that is supposed to look like.

I devoted myself to the household domestic duties set down by Hestia. I tried. I really really tried to turn toilet bowl cleaning into a workable offering to the Gods. I tried really really hard to see how folding laundry is an act of service to Them.

At the end of it all, the only thing I accomplished was feeling guilty and very frustrated with myself.  Feeling defeated with the whole thing I threw the proverbial towel in and announced my epic failing.

HERMES: What is all this fuss?

ME: I just cannot make housecleaning a sacred act of devotion to You. I’ve failed in epic proportions.

HERMES: Who said that I wanted you to do with this? What do I care if you vacuum the carpets?

ME: But…but… that’s what I supposed to do.

HERMES: Says who?

ME: Says all these people.

HERMES: Who cares what they say. It’s not what I’ve said to you. It’s just a bunch of other people’s opinion.

ME: So if I don’t have the house sparkling clean then I’m not letting You down?

HERMES: Nope. If you don’t want to clean, don’t clean.

ME: looking around the house, frowning.  I need to have a clean house. I need a clutter free environment, I like admiring a freshly cleaned floor.

HERMES: Then do it for you. Do it in honour of yourself and to make yourself happy.

ME: I can do that? It can just be about me and my happiness?

HERMES: Of course! Why would I have it any other way?

My Winter Break

Winter is Coming…

Winter is the time for hibernation: to snuggle down, pull the covers over your head, and tune out the world. At least, that’s what it’s like for me right now in my online life. So many tragedies occurred this Winter throughout the world, but the one that just left me exhausted was the loss of 20 babies in Newton, CT. As if the senselessness of it all wasn’t enough, my Facebook newsfeed became over-ran with folks saying that their God would have prevented this if only He was prayed to ( as they phrased it: allowed in the schools) daily in our public schools. Sickening. I was ( and still am) emotionally sick over these callous, almost-smug declarations of why six and seven-year-olds where shot down. But a God isn’t prayed to in public schools. Never mind that these children where devotees of his. That’s not good enough. Nope, we’ve got to turn our secular school system into religious schools in order to appease his blood lust. I wrote this on my Wall:

I’m angry and disgusted by the bullshit some are spewing that God could have saved the kids if He was “allowed” in the schools. Really?! So, “god” is so juvenile, petty, and passive aggressive that he would allow CHILDREN to be gunned down in cold blood because we, as a nation, believe in the separation of Church and State? This “god” thinks it’s perfectly okay that some of his own believers are murdered because praises aren’t song to him daily in public school? What kind of “god” is that?? And why would anyone want to be devoted to such a sociopath? Do you honestly think that this “god” put this violence into action as punishment? Are you saying that this “god” purposely murdered these innocent children and will continue murdering children until he gets his way? And you are okay with this?! What does that say about you?? What kind of God have you devoted your life to? The child murdering-sociopath? Or one that is full of Love and Compassion for *everyone* and is void of ego?

There are 92 comments on this post. The sad thing is, a childhood friend of mine actually believes that her God really did have the children die as punishment to the nation for having Separation of Church and State. What is worse, she spiraled down into the depths of  “Christian persecution” because others (including myself) were sickened by her take on the tragedy. Grieving the loss of 26 people wasn’t enough for our Nation, no, we now were individuating grieving with the loss of people in our lives who have lost their grip on reality. In the end, this friend un-friended and blocked someone we knew in high school because she couldn’t answer questions he asked her about why she believed the way she did, and I lost respect for my childhood friend.

It was this event that made me pull the covers over my head and tune out. I decided that the blog would go into hibernation until I could calmly speak about the events without going on an angry tirade against a God that I think is the biggest war-lording, blood-lusting, sociopath ever and his adherents aren’t too far behind him. It amazes me that people will credit him with the murder of 20 innocent children with smugness and a Chestershire cat grin and then turn around screaming “blasphemer!” because I refuse to bow down to such a god.

My Gods don’t murder children.

One Little Word

I do have my One Little Word for 2013.  Originally I wanted Celebrate just so I could share Cool and the Gang with y’all, but only one word kept coming back that articulates what it is that I want to accomplish this year: Community.

I was just about to share the definition of Community when I stumbled upon The Word, and so, at the very last second my One Little Word has changed to be:

Definition of FELLOWSHIP

1
: companionship, company
2
a : community of interest, activity, feeling, or experience

b : the state of being a fellow or associate

3
: a company of equals or friends : association
4
: the quality or state of being comradely
5
obsolete : membership, partnership
6
a : the position of a fellow (as of a university)

b : the stipend of a fellow

c : a foundation for the providing of such a stipend

Examples of FELLOWSHIP

  1. traditions that bind us together in fellowship
  2. <the new counselor is eager to develop a trustful fellowshipwith the troubled teens at the center>

First Known Use of FELLOWSHIP

before 12th century

Related to FELLOWSHIP

Synonyms: communion, rapport, rapprochement
Antonyms: ill will, malevolence, venom

2fellowship

verb

fellowshipped also fellowshiped fellowship·ping also fellowship·ing

Definition of FELLOWSHIP

intransitive verb
: to join in fellowship especially with a church member
transitive verb
: to admit to fellowship (as in a church)

First Known Use of FELLOWSHIP

14th century

::nods:: This is exactly what I’ve been trying to articulate to myself for a while now. I want a fellowship with my community: both in real life and online. There are a few things in motion in regards to this and I’ll write in more detail in the coming days about it.

For now, I’ll end this by reminding you all that we are, indeed, part of a Fellowship. And please, for all that is holy, stop with the hate.

One Little Word 2013

I know it’s only September and we have just over 3 months before the January New Year, but are you thinking about what will be your One Little Word for 2013?

I’m already thinking about mine and I’m thinking it’s going to be much different from Cultivate and Nurture. I’m starting now to feel out the possible words, to weight them carefully, to bounce them around to see how they drape around my intentions.

If you’ve never done One Little Word, now’s the time to start thinking about it!

 

From the Desk of the Iconoclastic Domina: “Where in the HELL have you been?!” Edition

The weather has been… typical Summer weather around here, meaning, hot and dry.

I’ve been working on Nurture by… Oh, well. Remember waaay back in January I wrote a quick note saying that I created a new group for women who cover?  Well, that group became rather successful and I met some incredibly wonderful women who nurtured a need I have for getting more in touch with the Divine Feminine.  For six months, the group was all consuming and became the main focus of my time on the internet.  As you can tell, blogging got pushed to the side.  Sadly (oh so sadly) I needed to leave and come back to my roots (so to speak).  Do I miss it? Yes, I do. Everyday.

But something really amazing happened that nurtured my sad little self: So many of those very same women contacted me, giving me comfort. And then! And then, my Soul Sister called me as soon as she caught wind of what happened, and then (!) I got  PMs from dear bloggy friends (Violet Marbles and “M”) unrelated to the group who wanted to make sure I was doing okay. What got me laughing and a bit teary eyed is that Violet wanted to know if she needed to get pick up M and a certain baseball bat to kick some ass. That’s when you know you’re loved: your girls are already in the wings with a baseball bat before they get the full story. 😉

My inbox isn’t getting flooded with new notifications for the first time in six months. I’ve more than likely lost friends, Sisters, followers because of my decision to close the group. But I’m so grateful for the love that I’ve been nurtured with in the past week.

The best thing I watched on TV this week … Jimmy Fallon’s Primetime Music Special. After having an emotionally exhausting week, it was so nice to have a good laugh.  I know I’ve said this before, but I’ve got a Not-So-Secret-Crush on that man.

I’m reading… three books simultaneously: (1) Ho for California!: Women’s Overland Diaries from the Huntington Library edited by Sandra L. Myres  (2) Grave Secrets by Kathy Reichs  and (3) The Influence of Quaker Women on American History:  Biographical Studies  edited by Carol and John Stoneburner.  Once I clear them out of the lineup, I’ll be reading The Dovekeepers by Alice Hoffman. It comes highly recommended by I’m Not Hannah and let’s face it: it has a redhead-hair covered-Jewess-who-ends-up-in-Rome. What’s not for me to love?!

My guilty pleasure is… staying up really late (it’s nearly midnight as I’m writing this) and sleeping blissfully until late morning. The boys are visiting my parents and I’m enjoying the silence.

A highlight … Gaius and I saw The Dark Knight Rises and Savages since the boys have been gone. Also, we’ve had a few nights of going out for drinks. Fireball Twists are a new favourite.

What I made that was the shizzle … To be announced in a later post if my sewing projects are a success.

That’s it, dearies! Now you’re all caught up and know where the HELL I’ve been. Cheers.

From the Desk of the Iconoclastic Domina: Links You’ll Thank Me For Edition

The weather has been… unseasonably warm and dry. It’s January and we are worried about already being in a draught. If the skies don’t open up with rain soon, this Summer will be horrible. 

 I’ve been working on Nurture by… drooling over the heirloom seeds from Baker Creek, reading gardening books, and planning this year’s garden. I think I’m going to go with containers this time to make watering more economical and perhaps keep the ants at bay. 

The best thing I watched on TV this week … The Golden Globes.

I’m reading… I’m FINALLY done with the Game of Throne series so it’s off to reading fluffy, no thinking, chick flick books.  At the moment I’m reading HighStakes by Erin McCarthy.  It’s not too bad, expect the vampire love interest, Alexis, reverts to violence a bit too much for my tastes.

My guilty pleasure is… reading said chick flick books after reading such heavy books for so long. 

A highlight … we’ve been spending lots of quality family time lately which has been really nice.

Two of my favourite blog authors are back! Hippy Jersey Devil  and The Mennobrarian.  What a great treat to find out about this morning.

What I made that was the shizzle … nothing to report just yet. I did get two cookbooks that I’m excited to try out: breads and slow cooker recipes.

One Little Word 2012

Happy New Year!

With the turning of the Wheel, it’s time yet again to find what our new One Little Word will be. Last year I had a difficult time pinning down the exact word that encompassed all that I wanted to accomplish.

This time, however, the word came to me back around September and no matter how many other words I thought of, NURTURE seemed to be the one.

nur·ture (nûrchr)

n.

1. Something that nourishes; sustenance.
2. The act of bringing up.
3. Biology The sum of environmental influences and conditions acting on an organism.

tr.v. nur·tured, nur·tur·ing, nur·tures

1. To nourish; feed.
2. To educate; train.
3. To help grow or develop; cultivate: nurture a student’s talent.


nurtur·er n.

Synonyms: nurture, cultivate, foster, nurse
These verbs mean to promote and sustain the growth and development of: nurturing hopes; cultivating tolerance; foster friendly relations; nursed the fledgling business.
 
NURTURE is a natural continuation of CULTIVATION allowing me to continue to walk the path that the Gods have laid before me to live a happy, pious, harmonious life. 
 
For 2012 I want to NURTURE my faith even more by being a more observant Domina, I want to continue learning how to sew, cook, tend to my little family. I want to NURTURE their growth and interests and bring us even closer together for the coming year.  I want to NURTURE myself so that I will be my fullest potential.
 
What is your One Little Word?

Hodge-Podge Post

I didn’t want to add more to the already long From the Desk of… post, so here is the continuation that is really just a hodge-podge of thoughts bouncing in my head.

One Little Word
The New Year is slowly creeping up on us which means that it’s almost time to choose your next One Little Word.  Have you been thinking about yours?  I’ve had a few possibilities floating through my brain and yet, I keep coming back to the same one.

Pregnant Women Everywhere!
‘K. I need some help with this one.  I know that you need to pay attention to messages from the Universe, and if you don’t, the Universe will just get louder and louder until you get it.  Well, I’m not picking up what they are putting down.

I’ve been over-ran with pregnant images for a few months now.. I see pregnant women everywhere I go, I’ve been asked TWICE if I’m pregnant, I get ads on my FB page featuring baby bumps, I see pregger mannequins in shop windows, I even had a dream that I was in labour.

The dream went something like this:  I’m in labour in a bathtub where my “plug” comes out and I start bleeding in the tub (there’s no water in the tub). I freaked out but the woman who is acting like a birthing coach (and also ready to pop herself) calmly says “Oh, that’s perfectly normal here.”  Did I mention that I was pregnant in another dimension?  Yeah…

Thoughts, ideas?

Before you even suggest it…I am NOT pregnant. If I am, then it would be a true holiday conception miracle. Seriously, I cannot have anymore kids.

Dress and Scarves
I got my Drawstring Regency dress the other day and I’m in love. Seriously, I’ve been a tad obsessed with wanting to make my own since I got it. I’m going to take pictures of it to show you all.
I’ve also been wearing my headscarves every time I go out in public and have been loving it. I’m even thinking about trying my hand at making my own. Should be simple enough: it’s just a big square.

To add to the above pregnant invasion I keep thinking “Wow,this sort of dress would be awesome to use as a maternity dress!” Ack.  Again, NOT preggers.

The Mantle
I’ve been reading through The Gospel of our Mother God. Even though I am by no means a montheist, I do find great comfront in working with the All Mother. I think every woman needs it.

So far, one of the most powerful passages I’ve read is called The Mantle:

1. You that are weary of the world, you that are lonely; you that have suffered hardship, that have suffered hurt: come, gather about Me and be you enfolded in My mantle.

2. In the inner silence you shall hear Me, and in the inner darkness shall you see Me.

3. And the future shall be better than the past.

4.  Come, seek protection beneath My mantle, for I have turned no creature from Me, be you sheltered in the folds of My garment.

5. For the ills of the world shall pass away, even as the terrors of the night.

6. And the dawn shall be bright with splendour and sweet with the singing of the blessed soul.

7. And I shall be your comfort in the darkness.

Beautiful.  Line #2 is especially interesting to me because every time I ground myself during Meeting the little phrase “Thy word is a Lamp unto my feet, and a Light unto my path” runs gently and yet loudly through my mind. Yes, it’s a verse from the Bible and in my mind it’s sang by Amy Grant…still, it’s rather a powerful thing.

When I think of the phrase, I see the Light from the Hearth that Hestia keeps and the Love that Hermes has for me as lighting my way.

That’s it! Told you it is a hodge-podge of a post.  As always, I love hearing from you.