So, what do we do now? If you read last week’s post, I introduced the idea that our brains have forgotten how to recharge our energy levels, whether we are introverts or extroverts (and I confirmed that with a couple extrovert friends over the weekend, they’re not getting the recharge, either), and talked about how […]
“Hello, Introvert Services, this is Liz, how can I help you?” ‘Hi Liz, I am having trouble initializing my Introvert Recharge and Recovery functions.” “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Let me pull up your account and see what we can do for you. Is this phone number the one you’re registered under?” “Should
For years now, I have been reposting what I wrote years ago for the Solar Holiday Cycle instead of writing anything new, but those of you who have been following this blog know that I am starting to have a bit of a re-think on all of that stuff. We’re not in the Mesolithic anymore,
Spring Damp air, gray skies the snow melts and freezes freezes and melts Wind has a tantrum but bores quickly We huddle in the fog Clammy-cold creeping, steeping, infusing, dulling our senses Damping, smothering A longer gray day isn’t much better than a short one But maybe the Sun is working on it? He has a good
I am done with “famous” healer-types rejecting science in misguided attempts to prove their schtick can beat Covid. You know what? Fuck those people. As you know, I do not ordinarily use that kind of language when referring to anyone (unless they are icky politicians), but people people people, it is unconscionable to encourage your
As a genderqueer person, I have been struggling for several years with the strong binary of the Pagan holidays. Yes, I tell myself, they are about fertility and making food (and making people) and one needs both ends of the spectrum to do that. Absolutely. It’s not like none of the Celtic gods and goddesses
Spring is powerful. The life force is rising ridiculously. It’s almost like life is starting over. In the mud. Again. Ah, the mud. It’s everywhere. Sticky and squishy and everywhere. There is no place mud can’t reach. I used to dread spring out on the farm because I could mop the goddam floor twice a
A young person of my acquaintance has been ranting and raving lately about someone who is Pagan, which apparently goes against everything said young person believes in and is the cause of much distress for them in a FAUX News kind of way. Fortunately, they have not seemed to notice the Broom hanging in my
This is not a lecture! I’m not trying to scold or shame anybody! What I am asking is for you, dear Reader, who are clearly a smart, compassionate, brave and loving soul, to defend, support, and normalize depression, anxiety, bi-polar, PTSD, schizophrenia, and all myriad forms of neuro-atypical struggles you see in the world. The
In the Terry Pratchett books, it’s the Dwarves who are horrified when words are erased. I think I know Pratchett well enough to know that if Tennessee were in Discworld, there would have been a riot a few nights ago. Vimes would have called everybody in. Detritus would have been there with his Piece Maker
