Jun 27, 2009

Save Midwifery

There was a time, when a wise woman was was called to the mother whose body ached with the pains of labour. She came to the blessed mother whose body bore down and gave forth such a wondrous blessing. She aided the mother with her skill, with her hands etched with the years of her work and her healing herbs.... In our modern society the choices are being ripped away from woman, the bearers of life.. Doctors and hospital take over with harsh lights, and insanely sterile conditions.. where your choices are over powered with that which are decided are right for you... bring back the rights of natural birth! It is about family, it is about new life, it is about your baby and your body... You choose, don't let the others decide how you bring life into this world.. let our midwives not be persecuted nor prosecuted for the wisdom and care they bring to our families and our homes.. Blessed Be The Woman! Daughter of the Goddess, it is your choice, your right!

Jun 22, 2009

Blessed Litha/ Yule

Well it has been a coons age since I have posted... we have weathered a few rounds with a pretty nasty virus in our house D even got sick and he never gets sick..lol, it was topped off with a sinus infection for me and the indignity only a woman can suffer when she takes a course of antibiotics.. blessed be the folk who discovered probotics!

I do hope you have all had a Blessed Litha in the North and for my sisters down here in the South wonderful Yule time celebration.. ours was very low key this year.. I even missed the Pagan fair.. *sigh* however the weather really turned winter for the day which was nice.. I have missed real winter since being over here on the West Coast.

Things are moving along with the plans for our hand fasting/wedding in September and we have found a beautiful Pagan celebrant who can do both the hand fasting and civil ceremony... although it will be a small ceremony it is still a bit of a handful to plan.. we are actually looking to have it here at home in the yard, as the weather is more than likely going to be inclement.. Tamara our celebrant has a beautiful acreage amongst some very old gums, and I am also leaning toward her kind offer, we do not plan on having a *reception* but more than likely something like cake and wine (mead)... time will tell, however tomorrow I am off to the scrap booking shop to get some goodies to make the invitations...

Jun 5, 2009

D is for Dimmy

D is for Dim Sim, our 17 week old half Birman kitty. I read recently that colour point cats are very much cats of mystery and each type of colour point cat has it's own mystery and tale to share. Did you know that the intelligent, intuitive, aloof but amazingly loyal Birman cats are known as The Sacred Temple Cats? If you would like to read the legend then click here..

There are days when DimSim really does resemble The Sacred Temple Cat, she greets me with a purr almost so loud the windows vibrate, contented, she follows me about the house like a puppy and is happy just *hanging about* when I am in the garden... Since she is still young, she sleeps in the laundry at night, no not in the cosy bed we made for her, but in the nest she made for herself on the bottom shelf of the linen cupboard, on the first night we got her. She goes off to bed at night with a bowl of Whiskas cat milk and wakes us every morning the same time between 6.30 and 6.45am... yes she is precious and sacred...

This morning was a tad different, as my Dh was going into work an hour late, I was going to get a chance to sleep in, so when my stuffy nose woke me earlier than usual. I thought to avoid our Dimmies normal caterwauling "I'm awake, can you hear me, open the door" ruckus, I thought to liberate The Sacred Temple Cat. When she saw me, she happily uncurled herself and jumped down from her place in the cupboard.

Well, it seems that during the night, our Sacred Temple kitty had been worshipping at the altar of the Goddess Chaos! Now, while Chaos has it's place, it's place is not in our still semi-dark bedroom, on a rather chilly June morning. I should have had my first clue when she raced me to the bedroom, used the dog who was sleeping quietly on his rug, as a trampoline to catapult herself into the middle of the bed.. How blimmin' innocent did she look to, waiting for me to climb back under the sheets..

No sooner was I horizontal, did she walk over my Dh, and onto my pillow. There she rolled into my hair, chewing and purring until she was placed unceremoniously at the end of the bed by my Dh. Two seconds later she was back, this time onto my bedside table, where she decided to play, swat the chunk of amber all over the place. Once again placed at the end of the bed, she got onto the floor and while hanging upside down by her claws, under the bed base she raced with goodness knows what until she got bored.. there was silence, oh bliss.. perhaps she had curled up with the dog.. no such luck.. back onto the bed, onto the other bedside table..did it stop there nooooooooo..... she decided the potted fern did not need its fronds, and ate the remaining three down to mere stubs.. with both D and I fully awake now she climbed back onto the bed and after 45 seconds of frantic crying, I realised just to late that she neeeeeeeeded potty, and right now!!!!!!!!!!

I could not believe it, in 30 minutes she had tried to eat and then tangle herself up in my hair, rearranged two bedside tables, annoyed the dog till he went to sleep on the couch, chewed the corner off one magazine and ate one pot plant, then in her frenzy forgot she was house trained and pee'd on the bed.
So at 6.40 with lungs wheezing like a set of old bellows, my nose streaming and generally feeling miserable, I was washing the sheets, doona and the cover... while The Sacred Temple Cat twirled purring merrily at my feet like this was an every day occurrence, before running off to take a cat nap with her dog..
They say the soul of a monk resides within the body of The Sacred Temple Cat ... I have to wonder though, if perhaps Dimmies monk, had been ex-communicated *smiles*

Jun 4, 2009

Joy oh joy..not

I had truly forgotten what it was like to have kids in the house that leaked at both ends! Master R, precious wee darling.. got over his cold.. and the morning he was to go back to school, developed some sort of gastro, bless him. Home from school he stayed again, his derriere firmly glued to the po' if you will excuse the glued pun... It was short lived thank the Goddess after a speedy visit to the chemist, after a couple of doses of Imodium he was back to his near normal self... he was however, banished to his bedroom with a pile of books and mugs of weak tea.. I did threaten to hang a bell about his neck if he presented with any more symptoms of anything nasty and unwelcome... Alas - he may have toddled off to school as happy as a sand boy today... but I sit here typing with my nose running as rough as a Bombay tram, my head feeling like a busted hockey puck, feeling somewhat out of whack with the world... thank you Master R *grimace*
I am off to bed for an early night with my newly arrived Spellcraft magazine under one arm and a steaming mug of lemon and Manuka honey drink in the other hand.... Maybe, just maybe I will escape the usually ensuing, after head cold sinus infection and be up to blogging something half decent very soon.

Jun 1, 2009

Have you ever....

Another week gone and no posts from me.. the family have all had headcolds, and hopefully Master R the last one to get it is on the mend, I have just packed him off to bed early...
I really want to take a minute to thank each of you who have taken the time to post a comment of support.. it means so very much to me.. Sarah(Hippy mum) you bought a tear to my eye, thank you so much sister.. I have in fact lost your home email adress.. if you could email me at bypass.urban@gmail.com I would love to contact you...
There is a huge ammount of thunder and lightening about.. so I am going to turn the PC off, but before I go I wanted to share something I found today, and I think many of us can relate to this...
Blessings to you all, I am going to sit on my back patio and watch the lightening across a Wester Australian night sky.

Have you ever...
By Emily Rose Matthews
The Temple of Cybele - June 2009 Newsletter
You ask me, "Why are you a Pagan? What do you mean, you worship nature?"
Have you ever... climbed a mountain ?
Stood at the precipitous edge and gazed out at the valley far below; Watched an eagle or a hawk, fly and navigate the winds as he swooped and dived in an aerial dance of pure living; Saw the incredible beauty of the world laid beneath your feet; Or marvelled at the artwork in a rocky formation of enormous proportions?
Have you ever... swam in the ocean?
Let the currents of waves generated hundreds of miles away carry you; Tried to follow a school of fish, or a single crab, as they scattered about looking for food amongst their own private underwater garden; Gazed in awe at the wondrous colors in a totally alien world within our own; Or sat on a beach and gazed at the sunset over the water, feeling totally at peace?
Have you ever... walked in a forest?
Wondered at the tallness of the trees, considering their age, numbers and variety; Watched the multitude of life-forms, from a nest of baby birds to a colony of ants working diligently to maintain their own little world; Felt joy at seeing the new spring leaves, or melancholy at them falling in autumn; Or enjoyed the feeling of solitude, yet sometimes wondering if you are being watched?
Have you ever... looked at the stars ?
Sought to find the pictures of ancient constellations in the different patterns; Tried in vain to count them, and feeling small, yet somehow kind of special in the overall scheme of things, having been born at all ? Experienced the excitement of spotting a shooting star, or the northern lights; Or wondered, with all those stars, and all those worlds, if we are alone or not?
You ask me, "Why are you a Pagan? What do you mean, you worship nature?"
If you have done any of these things and can still ask, you'd never understand the answer.