A Brief: things I love & things I hate

*Note: I may be re-posting a re-post. Quite honestly, I’ve written so much that I don’t remember what I’ve posted where anymore. However, I may have a few things to add to this– yes, I believe I do. I re-read this while having coffee this morning, and there was just something about it that scratched the itch in my soul.

 
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Things I like and why…maybe.
 
I love moonlight— I remember laying on Grandma’s couch in the bay windows of her large kitchen one summer night and raising up in the dark to hold my arms out in the moonlight that was spilling through the glass. My arms looked all puny, and white, and ghostly, and the moonlight felt good on my skin…the same way some people claim that the sun feels good on theirs.
 
Chocolate…this is a mandatory like for all females. It contributes to our feelings of well-being, our energy level, and our rear ends, but in a good way. 😉 It’s used to alleviate guilt, stress, anger, and jealousy. It soothes the soul and adds to the ambiance of our lives– sort of like a gentle ‘Ommmm’, or one of Deuters CDs.
 
I love autumn. I love the beautiful and vibrant colors- golden hues, maize, browns, tans; the warm colors- shades of orange and red. The smell of dry autumn leaves in damp earth is one of my favorite scents. I love deep blue autumn skies as a backdrop for the trees. I love the sound of geese overhead, flying south; the influx of wild birds and squirrels at our feeders; the crisp mornings that are a balm from a hot summer; the bounty that comes with a garden harvest, pumpkins and gourds. I love the occasional foggy, chilly, mist-in-the-air, gray day. I love the primeval urge to bake spicy breads and pies; the smell of hot coffee; and the warm golden puddles of light from my candles, which were lit early to soften the growing darkness.
 
 
 
 
blackcat.jpg picture by witch_of_endoreCats…they wreak of mysticism, they know what they know, and they keep secrets. Cats don’t pressure you for emotions you don’t feel like showing. They know when to crawl into your lap and seek your attention and affection, and they know when to retreat into the shadows and leave your space open and clear. Cats walk with spirits and commune with fairies; they don’t encompass magick, they are magick.
 
I love rain…I love the smell of it, the sight of it, the sound of it. I love the dark steel gray days that go with rain. I love the cozy solitude found indoors on rainy days- someone hunkered over a book in a pool of lamp light; a pretty teapot, full of jasmine tea, nestled on a trivet; cats curled into furry balls on the couch and kitchen chairs. I love the way drops of rain slide down the window-panes. I love the rumble of thunder in the distance and loud claps of thunder overhead. I love the way tree trunks look darker and more well-defined and sidewalks smell of damp forest pathways.
 
 
 
 
Things I hate— and yes, it’s perfectly okay to ‘Hate’ something. It’s an honest human emotion, like love and lust, only no one wants to acknowledge it because we were raised in a mostly Christian society that attempts to pigeon hole human emotions and appetites as ‘good’ or ‘bad’. Yep, you go right ahead and hate anything you feel a hankering to hate. Once in a while we hit on something to hate and we hate it so much it gives us enough gumption to change it.
 
I hate the dead of winter…it wreaks of hopelessness and the fact that there’s no way out, because none can be seen at this point. It’s not early enough winter to look pretty, and it’s not near enough spring to look hopeful– it’s just plain dirty and cold, gray and dark.
 
I hate a liar…My grandmother told me that this is one of the most dangerous creatures walking the planet. The very nature of what they are makes them impossible to fight.
 
I hate the idea of legal marriage. It is absurd to think that you need to receive a sanction of approval from a judicial system to be seen by the world as a legitimate couple. Not only do you have to pay a fee to obtain a ‘license’ so that someone deemed ‘legally qualified’ can marry you. Should the marriage not work out, you have to pay a great deal of money to this same judicial system so that you can extricate yourself from what I consider a personal relationship. As far as I’m concerned, Wiccans finally got it right with ‘Handfasting’…after all, if you know that the other party can end the contract with no fuss every year and a day, seems like everyone might work harder to keep the magic going. This sure beats the hell out of the Christian alternative– you stay with someone forever, until you die, whether you’re happy or not.
 
I hate “Mean Girl Mentality”. This phenomena is usually sistered up with “Group Mentality”, and when you put both of these disease ridden syndromes together, it becomes lethal…lethal to common sense, good manners, and courtesy.
 
 
 
 

 

Quote for the day:

People spend a lifetime searching for happiness, looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within.
 
 
~ Romana L. Anderson
 
 
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Thunder, Lightening, & Raine…er, Rain

Storms moved through our area last night, some pretty strong ones. My youngest daughter and I had fallen asleep together watching tv, and about 2am I was woken up by the sound of a vacuum in the basement. Water was coming in, and my husband was trying to stay ahead of it with our vacuum/shampooer, which only has a 1 gallon capacity. Eventually, as the rain got heavier and the winds whipped up, he couldn’t keep up with it anymore.

About 3:30am we decided that I’d run out to Wal-mart and get a shop vac with the largest capacity I could find.

When I opened the garage door, Mother Nature was just revving up for a second round. I’ll bet I stood there for about five minutes, watching the fantastic lightening, and watching the awesome cloud formations that were revealed with each new flash. I actually debated about just how smart it was to be traipsing out into this wild night.

We have a scanner, so I knew that some city streets were flooded. This meant taking a round-a-bout route to the store. Even when it’s not storming, I think the atmosphere of a sleeping city is strange, especially when you’re not use to being up and about at this time of night. The rain let up on my way there; and I thought, this is pretty cool, not really too bad as I scurried into Wally-world. The storm kicked back into high gear only after I had loaded the new shop vac into the back of the vehicle and was just turning the ignition key to start her up and head for home– what timing!

I wish I could say that I had worked some incredible powerful mojo to control the weather; but no, Mother Nature just happened to be looking out for me.

Hubby was vacuuming water till after 5am this morning. And then, just as suddenly as it started coming in, it stopped.

The weather channel said that this evening it’s suppose to start raining again, and it’s suppose to rain through the night. If I didn’t work any weather mojo for my trip to the store, you can bet that I will be working weather mojo today to keep the rain at bay.

Nebraska Rain at Hedgewytch Hollow (video)

We’ve had lots of rain here in Nebraska over the past few days.  These thundershowers have included hail and flash flood warnings in some areas.  For us, it means water in the basement– a huge *mess*!  

But I can’t help admire the beauty of a dark rainy day.  The color of everything is intensified– the trunks of the trees, the leaves, the grass and flowers.  Rainy days are my favorite…I just wish we wouldn’t get so much at one time. 🙂