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Lockdown pt 1
Lockdown. The word has become so synonymous
with everyday life. Its hard to think of a time before it. Yet, for me, it was
the beginning of mine. Sure, I have had an interesting and varied life,
married, loved had wonderful children, but never really got back to me. Kids
grown, grand kids on the way, another failed relationship. You get into a rut of
thinking that everyone else might just be right and you just suck at life.
You get good at giving advice, but never
follow it yourself. Self-pity sets in and you soon become good friends. The rut
sets, time travels on and you stop daydreaming, because you don’t want to remind yourself, of what you are sure you will never have.
One day I woke up to a message from my niece…happy Mabon… I dropped my head on my pillow and grumbled to myself. “Not for me it isn’t.” A voice in my head spoke up, “and why not?” It was just a whisper, nothing more. Mabon is a time for reflection and thanks for the blessings we receive from Origin. “What blessings? “I thought… I got up and looked out of the window…it was a crisp, misty, and beautiful morning. I got ready for work and as I drove from door to door,
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Form from thought……
Articulating feelings and emotions..expressing ones thoughts and ideas for all to see has always been done through the medium of words, pictures and music. Putting form to things we only feel but cannot touch is one of our greatest gifts. We use it to put form to our gods and our faith.
The process cathartic and powerfull.
As a pagan I believe in the power of the writen word and its music.It has always been our way. To manifest emotions and feelings into tangible form to carry a message. We use them in rituals, circles, spells and as protection
They are ingrained into our soul.
We are but a melody in the cosmic order, each life adding a note to the melody, And this melody joins millions of others, from stars to super novas, birthing planets to black holes..ever changing, ever growing, ever expanding. The dawn of time, the nativity of Origin…that single spark of awareness gave birth to the first note…that grew into the simplist of of melodies…dancing out across the void..reaching, growing, searching, until withdrawing into the great crescendo that scatterd matter into the void…casting Origin out into the newly formed cosmos to create endless melodies, ever evolving, ever learning…ever expanding.
The greatest symphony ever written.. the symphony of life.
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My pagan outlook.
Our souls are part of the great
origin of all and they chose to visit here, to experience life, so we get to
choose what happens to us from the moment we become self-aware. For me that was
age 8.
So ask for what you want daily
List your top 5 desires
Contemplate them every day for at least 15 minutes
Mantra your top 5 wants every time you feel a negative
emotion feeling or response.
Thinking, ”I’m not getting what I asked for”…is negative
Instead…”I have faith I will get what I ask for.”..
If people are negative. Remove yourself from them
Your cup is also half full as well as half empty!!
Every setback, is a lesson on what doesn’t work…so you are
wiser and one step closer to what does work
It’s all about perspective
See yourself as if you are born anew today
Choose to learn from the past and not live in it. Every trial
makes you wiser, stronger and more resilient.
You are your own master…it is your choice who you give your
love, friendship and loyalty to.
Your birth into this life was not your choice. So you have no
one to be grateful to..
You choose who you love…it is a gift not a requirement.
And, being nice, even in the face of oppression, ridicule and
hate protects your soul from being infected…
You’ve got this 😁
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A lovely day in the wilds
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I am
My breath is the wind on your face
My eyes the door to your world
My lips seal your fate
My words, steal your soul
I am woman, I am child
I am the fox that lives in the wild
The banshee, the crone
The Medusa with a heart of stone
I can be, I can endure
I can give you all you require
I can care, I can empower
I can deliver your desires
A chameleon, am your muse
The pallet, the canvas you choose
To Paint, to mould, to draw, to behold
To own, to control, but never sold
I am, I will be
I endure, for you, for me
I am a sub, but so much more
Come, turn the key, open my door.
PD
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Let there be toys
I remember the first time the curtain swished back on Sir’s toys. I was on my knee’s waiting for my first face to face punishment, I had known it was coming. I had been late, for the first meet no less, unforgivable, no matter the excuse. I had experienced the first two D’s and this was the last (my first scene post will explain further). In true Sir style it had been savored until the end of the day, and it had sat in my head all through the walk into town, the relaxed chatting over evening dinner, and the leisurely walk back to The Native. And it had grown considerably in size to the point where my head now felt like it might explode.
I was a tad chilly, fidgety on the pillow, keeping my eyes fixed on the crop and brush resting on the dark oak TV unit. Then Sirs footsteps brought my attention back to my pose and my situation and I could feel the goosebumps spread over me. The woosh of the curtains sprang my senses to attention and I jumped. I stole a glimpse at the windowsill and the array of implements adorning it. Fuck, just how bad had I been? My mind flitted through my mental diary of the week, a tease here, a forgotten photo there, a curt response …occasionally. But Sir seemed to think they were all fun. Oh yes and the forgotten collar, but he had a spare, so surely that was OK! Apparently not.
Obviously, my punishment was swift (again you will read about this later) but not every one of Sirs toys was used. They were there to keep me guessing, wondering, imagining. The strongest weapon Sir has against me, is my own imagination. And he worked that out before he even met me. I know I talk a lot, but come on, seriously! So it seems my creative flow goes both ways, it spills out of me in my craft, my pictures and my writing, but also opens me up to be crafted and written by a skilled hand. Well I never.