Today, it was raining here in Baltimore, and I missed the bus, to class. Boo, silly shuttle. So I said screw it, I'll bundle up and walk. It was kinda nice, watching how the water flowed in the streets, and the piles of bright colored leaves. It was all very neat to watch, I felt somewhat child-like and storybook. I loved it. And I get that feeling most when I just let myself experience the moment, living in the here and now. I need to do that more often. Maybe I should make more time to just take a walk, instead of running and biking around everywhere. We should all do that.

In other news, I've started to really get going with my yoga. I really want to try and start getting used to daily mind clearing, etc. I'm way to indulgent, so disciplining myself to do stuff that's good with me. Indeed.

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Bigotry and ignorance still exist in this world, and it saddens me. At least light a candle for this poor family, they need all the help in the world.

Comment, and remind me who you were, because I don't remember everyone's LJ handles.....

Wellspring certianly counts as ADF related, so a recap since it is very very late and I want sleep after my long long weekend that I wished never ended. I put up a tent, in the dark, with no boys. YAY! I went to a bunch of workshops, finally met Mike Dangler, understand why everyone in ADF wants him, heard an ode to him, met some very awesome people, Feather River Protogrove (CA) and Oceans Tide Protogrove (RI) in particular, bought too much stuff, drank a lot, particularly Irish whiskey and scotch, danced around a fire, sang about drunken druids with Issac Bonewits, drank with Ian Corrigan, went naked in the hot tub (a Wellspring tradition), hugged everyone I could, ate a lot of potluck, slept through part of the National Meeting... it's kinda like the State of ADF... Chrissy had A LOT of fun, will prolly be organizing a Chenelle Canopy Retreat @ CLG, felt so amazingly proud and honored during the symbel, I hailed the ancestors, Craig proposed to Jessie, and knew for sure without a doubt that I am a Druid, through and through.



This weekend changed my life

So, theres a nagging feeling that somehow my life is going to hell in a handbasket, in particular my relationship..... I don't know what it is, but it's there, and I don't quite know what to do with it. Last summer, I cried when I thouhgt I was going to loose him..... now I'm not so sure. Granted I'm upset thinking about it. But still, it's confusing, and something isn't quite right, and something needs to be said, I'm just not sure if I want to say it.

i is scured nao....

I love cat macros and I love DDR.

And The Complete Idiots Guide to Celtic Wisdom is very good at explaining ADF principles... I'm getting a better sense of what I belive.... sounds weird and potentially lame, but it puts what I feel/think into words. So I loves The Complete Idiots Guide to Celtic Wisdom.

Here we go more insomniac musings on the nine virtues

I'd like to think I'm pious (I'd like to comment on that ridiculous looking, yet corret spelling. I'm done) I go to CLC on a fairly regular basis, I attend almost all the High Rites. And as I write that I realize how.... I don't know what the word is but the general point is not good. I suppose if rote repitition was the goal, then I'd be set. But that isn't it, is it? There's more to it. I suppose to truly be pious, there has to be some faith behind it. Some belief that going to High Rites and ROC actually does something. I think that we really do commune with the gods at some of the High Rites. Imbolc oddly enough wasn't one of them for me, but Yule was intense. My first High Rite, Samhain 2005, was another one. We took a trip to the underworld to meet the ancestors.... I cried when I came back, and I really think I saw my Grandmother. But I digress.... if I didn't believe in all that stuff, I'd find it pretty hard to be pious @ High Rites. When nuns and monks pray, they believe in all their soul that it helps, that praying to their God does something. Just like I pray to Hermes whenever I travel. Because I believe, because I feel deep in my soul that it works. From that faith, from that belief stems the pious acts. The regular attendance of ROC and WWTOO. The daily devotions to patrons and spirit guides. The offerings of incense and mead. So I think I may actually have something here.... piety and pious acts stem from deep faith, and without it, the acts mean nothing. Did I win here?

So we had a dedicant intensive last saturday, and we read some of out essays, or musings on essays in my case. And I started to feel intimidated. Nicole's essay on piety was awesome, and thoughtful, and almost persuasive. I felt like I had no choice but to agree with her on the subject. Of course, I would have even if she wasn't so damn awesome. It also made me think.... the preceptor has to be reading a hell of a lot of essays that sound awfully similar.... I don't necessarily want to write an essay that tons of people before me have written, even if it's unintentional. I had previously thought that the nine virtues would be a good place to start, and it seems one of the harder ones. Besides the personal religion and the meditation ones. To really write this essay, you have to dig and go way beyond and standard definition, it's almost as if words couldn't be enough to really do any of these essays. Perhaps one needs to look outside the box.....




Digital Camera = love

I think the wisest person I know is Will, the "Pope" and Wonky Doodle Dandy of Cedarlight Grove. He has the most profound thoughts of anyone I know, and profound does not always mean wise, but Will kind of exudes wisdom. His bank of knowledge is great, and he can use it to teach us. You can learn much from Will, but you can also learn nothing at all. Deidre says that she's know will for eleven years and is still trying to figure out what the hell he's saying.

As for fertility, one of my goals over the summer is to start a garden. I've wanted to do it for a long time, but now I think I'm really going to. I crave organicly grown fresh tomatoes and herbs, and a pumpkin or 2 for Samhain. Basil for my famous pasta sauce, and some cucumbers to make dill pickles. I want a blackberry bush to make jams for the season, and carrots and cucumbers and green bell peppers. Theres more stuff than I can imagine that I'd want to grow, but an herb garden and several tomato plants are a start. But in order to get this bounty of produce, the land has to be fertile, and it hasn't grown anything in a good long while. So to help it, I am going to make a compost pile. I'll start it over break, lots of good vegetable peelings then (lil miss vegan needs goodies for christmas), and then I'll start some plants from seed in February, and in March when I have spring break, I can start ripping up the Earth, getting rid of the unproductive grass and getting the Earth rich, thick, and fertile.

And Cedarlight has been fertile too. We have 2 babies now, and sky_windsinger is preggers. So be warned, don't drink the water @ CLC!


AND! Insomniac druid musings are done now

mew??

This is the first entry on my journy wading through the dedicant's program while trying not to fail college and all that nonsense. I officially got my materials a while ago, but there's that pesky thing called school and work that has been dragging me down. But incase you want to read, be my guest, comment, love me, etc. I'd do the same for anyone.