Showing posts with label pagan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pagan. Show all posts

March 09, 2011

Being pagan

This past few days I've been in a reflective frame of mind. Several things brought it about,sad anniversaries  being one.

My faith is a way of life, it isn't a 9 to 5 thing or a weekend thing. I live it every day every minute.
 
Everything I do I try to do in a mindful way and believe me sometimes that is hard. I believe that there is no straight path to follow, our journey through life is a spiral path and we are always moving on and (hopefully) outward.


Sometimes we are stuck in a rut and go round and round in circles. That doesn't matter. As long as we are aware of what we are doing and why then we can learn from it.
I believe that people are part of our lives for varying lengths of time and then they ,or we, move on. That also isn't a bad thing even though it feels like it sometimes and we hurt. If we have gained from knowing them then it can never be a negative thing. If they go away feeling the same then all to the good.

I used to get very upset when people drifted away but it didn't help me thinking that way. I found it a hard lesson and it isn't one that will ever be fully learnt I'm sure because apart from being pagan I'm also human:)

Today was a sad day in many ways. The birthday of my late uncle, the one who was more of a father to me than my biological father. It has been a few years since his death but each year on his birthday and on the day of his death I feel the loss. I think of him throughout the year not just on those days but those are the days for keeping in touch with my aunt and my youngest cousin, the one who is more sister than cousin. A time of remembering the silly things as well as the serious.

As Ostara looms on the horizon I think of the new growth on trees and bushes, the many colours of flowers everywhere I look. The deaths balanced by new beginnings.

Life is never easy but  there is lots of joy and laughter, lots of positive energy.
It is a seesaw and we balance the best we can twixt negative and positive, good and bad.

I try to be in the now and enjoy the simple signs of spring, the new moon and her journey around the sky.
I am a pagan but I'm also human. I have good points and bad; faults but also I hope positives.

June 23, 2008

Lilacs and lemons, Woolfest


I've started another pair of hospice socks,just to keep my hand in as it were:)
Yarn is Opal Regenwald Doktorfish , very pretty isn't it? Hopefully I'll finish the second one tonight because Jeni from Fyberspates has some new incredible striping sock yarn in and has sent me some . I need to try and get at least 1 sock done for Woolfest to show how it stripes. I've seen some incredible colours already from those test knitting. Imagine Noro without the harshness and the sudden colour changes/vegetable matter/knots. This is apparently the one:)
Mr Mog and I will be at Woolfest both days if anyone is coming. You will find us on the Knitting and Crochet Guild information stand which will be full of lots of wonderful knitting and crochet, issues of slip knot and membership forms to join the guild. You can have a go at finger knitting,knitting with giant needles(Mr Mog will be trying this) and ask for help on knitting and crochet. If we know it we will help or hopefully know someone who can:) There will also be some fun things to try on;)
I will be trying to learn to do socks toe up, with magic loop and with 2 circulars. The talented Wye Sue has offered to show me. Little does she know how challenged this moggie is:))
It should be great fun though meeting up with blogging friends old and new. I will have elementals to trade for yarn and gifts for those who wish to donate sock yarn to the hospice year of socks. Mr Mog is looking forward to meeting all his wellwishers.




If you like Elaines handiwork check out her ebay shop Hedgewitch*moon for more ideas.
She has lots of Tshirts and other items of a pagan nature all unique to her. I've been friends with her for more years than I care to remember and admire her creativity so much. She is a great inspiration to me.

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