If you're maybe noticing that you're older than you used to be, and are feeling sad/angry/confused/worried/frustrated that you haven't accomplished as much as you/other people in your present or past/annoyingly critical voices inside your head think you should have, and if you're maybe feeling something like "I'm not a real grownup like everyone ( Read more... )

While I understand that many of you think you are very Wise In The Ways Of The World, you strike the rest of us as rather silly and annoying.

Those of you who are single for reasons so obvious as to be visible from space should not be giving dating advice.

Those of you who cannot express a thought or opinion without resorting to catchphrases, cliches ( Read more... )

Congrats to droxnar and justdrawnthatway, who are now legally married, at least in Canada ( Read more... )

What does it mean to live a sonic life? What do I even mean by that? Something like this:

We used to walk Manhattan for hours, especially the east village, St. Mark's, the edge of the Alphabets, meeting people with tats and piercings, odd hair, people who'd talk to us or us to them. They were starting a  band, they were writers, they were artists, ( Read more... )

Ah, high school.

1. Who was your best friend?
Kim. Love you, girl.

2. What sports did you play? Cheerleader. I know, this never ceases to horrify those who know me now - and many of you who knew me then.
3. What kind of car did you drive? A Chevette.

4. It's Friday night, where were you? Getting laid.

5. Were you a party animal? Depends on who you ask.

6 ( Read more... )

Apparently, Sunfell found some Grandiose Pagan Naming somewhere, and suggested that folk give themselves their own wild titles. Ebonypearl suggests you think of things you do and make them sound schmancy. Here goes ( Read more... )

Goldfinches eating
Cardinals and bluejays in
The thicket behind

Wind whips the pine trees
Clouds overhead like galleons
Spring is coming soon

Fat Tuesday today
Chartreuse in my purple glass
Watching bird parade

Dear Mom Nature ( Read more... )

The candle lighting goes on. The feeding of the wights (they seem kitchen-specific) or whatever they are goes on. The attempts at keeping the Mooks out of Brigid's Well (OK, it's a little fishpond, but the minute I started caring for it, I thought of it as one of Her wells) goes on; I was sitting in front of it, employing further Mook ( Read more... )

Thorolf's link to a post of Kallistos's made me actually put aside my own bellyaching and come back to something I've been mulling over for a little bit: do Pagans need/have clergy?

Due to the differences I perceive in the communities and the dislike of some Reconstructionists to be called "pagan", I will happily leave CRs, Asatruar, Hellenes, and ( Read more... )