A MagiQal Life

I renewed my ADF membership today (about a month early, but I got my reminder and figured I’d forget if I didn’t get it done). I also ordered a year subscription to Oak Leaves, as I really did enjoy the copy that a friend sent. I was going to donate a bit more cash, but sadly doing what I did took all of ‘my’ funds from my paypal account. However, I did donate a bit to the world in general, as I’ll no longer get vote mailings and I opted out of getting a new ADF card. Heh, in a way I saved one tree (by opting out) but contributed to killing several others by getting the newsletter *sigh* Can you say catch 22?

And now that I’ve been in Ár nDraíocht Féin: A Druid Fellowship (ADF) for a full year now, I guess it’s high time I got off my comfy little bottom and started to actually do something with it. I’ve found my motivation, now I just need to apply it.

Wish me the best!

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Dreams are strange things…

Last night though was a bit more odd then normal. I am in the mod forum, but it’s not a forum, it’s a room, well, a coffee house. Radiant Star was there, Nero was there, Forest Breath, Mmothra, and others. Cypher Grey was there as well…

We were all arguing over my actions over something, and Cypher Grey insisted that I get an infraction. I didn’t like this idea and left in a huff.

It would seem that the bickering continued, and was in some kind of limbo, but it did seem like Cypher was winning the debate. This got me a bit flustered, so I used my amazing Admin powers to fly around the forums (in this case a city) to collect all the bill boards I could find. I surrounded Cypher Grey’s house with them, and was lining the street on the way to the Coffee House. I was going to write on them all my point so maybe it could sink into his thick head.

I kept confusing real billboards with strange little black lids, that went on these odd little resin (plastic) boxes. It didn’t matter though, because I could stick them into the ground, and write my message on them. The little boxes (and lids) stood out in the dreams because they were significantly smaller then actual billboards, but when I put them up they seemed to match. This made me ponder my own size (and significance).

I saw Forest Breath walking to the Coffee House, and I flew down to walk with her. We discussed things a bit, then she said something and *JUMPED* off the ledge next to the street and tumbled down the loose dirt, rocks and debris. I could do nothing to save her but stand there in shock…

I knew that I SHOULD zip over with my amazing powers, because I could…but I could not, not at that point. I could just stand there with my jaw dropped as I watched the woman I love fall into a contorted position on the ground below.

Then I woke up…

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Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day

 Is likely a rhyme one has not heard around these parts in well over a month. In fact, we’ve had no rain going on 6 weeks, and no one has heard thunder in well over 2 months. All that has changed today… 

It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old men are snoring

 We’ve had a half inch so far, and more thunder seems to be creeping up. With hope it’ll bring along a bit more rain, as the gods know we could certainly use it around here. Between the rains I managed to get a little outside work done, but after the rain it made the day not only hot as normal, but humid. I of course didn’t do all that much.

 Now, I pray that the rains stay, as there are people down the street with dry wells, and it’s only a matter of time at this rate that ours runs dry. I’ve called upon a few favors, but I’m not sure my pull is strong enough to solve this problem. Cyndi has been given favor as well, and we have posted for energies and suggestions from friends and family online.

 The drought in Tennessee must end, or our worries will be the least of the problems (for all of us). The late freeze, and the lack of rains is already taking its toll on the local (and even national) economy.

 Oh, but I am thinking positive, and when it rains again I’ll go out and walk in it, taking in some of the much needed moisture, and giving thanks.

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When my grandmother was growing up she knew everyone in her neighborhood (of several blocks). She also used to leave her doors open while they slept, and if there was every any problem people from down the street were there in moments offering support and various baked good.

 When my mother was growing up she knew everyone on her block, and she too left her doors unlocked when she left for a few hours. If there was a problem, neighbors generally offered a hand with this or that, and they were always on a first name basis.

 When I was growing up I knew the people that lived next door, slept with my doors locked, and had family stop by several times a day to make sure it was still there.

 Children today are growing up with the doors locked while they are home, have never met their neighbors, and are sometimes afraid to even go outside to play…

 Do you think there is a connection between the relative safety in today’s society in comparison with knowing ones neighbors? I’m almost starting to think so…

 Up in Michigan the guys across the street and I would take turns helping out the couple that lived next door to me. Running errands, yard work, painting, etc. Sometimes we got cookies, but we never accepted money…it was the neighborly thing to do.

 A few weeks back my neighbor had a stoke which placed him in the hospital. He is still there, and his wife simply has too much on her schedule to do everything that needs doing. Cyndi & I went over and watered her garden yesterday (which REALLY needed a drink). I know they would have done the same if the tables were turned…and we both would have done the same for a few other neighbors of ours (though not the morons across the street *smirk* ya just can’t like everyone).

 I know others that lend a hand with their neighbors, but I know SOOOO many more people today that don’t even know the people that live next to them. How can one claim to live in a community, without being a part of it? Hell, in most instances today, there simply is NO community. 

 I think all of need to set aside some time this summer for a meet & greet, with at least those that live next door. If you have the time, it would be a FANTASTIC idea to actually call your town hall and see about having a block party. The city will work with you to close off the street so that you can have a pot-luck! Go on, meet your neighbors…be neighborly…bring back the missing community our grandparents enjoyed so much. Maybe your own grandchildren can once again sleep with an open window…

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Next to me
I awoke last night in a bit of fright
A nightmare got the best of me
Glimpses of that dream still in sight
Thank the gods you’re next to me
I laid there in sweat and silence
Shivering as the fan dried away the fear
Shivering as the thoughts sunk in
Thank the gods that you are near
Moments passed more like hours
As the horrors replayed in my mind
And that now the time is ours
I thank the gods you are mine

 They tell me that dreams are prophetic, and sometimes I’m willing to agree. Other times I think that dreams are little more then dreams, and in some cases, little more then nightmares. I’m pretty sure that I’ll not be eaten by bears anytime soon as the dream I had last night indicated; especially not alien sasquatch bears…though I guess the symbology of the dream could hold some semblance of truth to it.

 Generally speaking I do not put a lot of stock into the average dream, unless it seemed significant upon waking or is a reoccurring dream (or theme). Last night was nothing out of the ordinary (well, other then the alien bears mawling me) so I didn’t bother looking up any meanings…besides, that’s about the only think I can recall from the dream.

 What I did get from the dream though came after I woke up, and that was looking over to the woman I love and seeing her sleeping soundly. It’s a truly peaceful sight, and as I laid there watching her she rolled over slightly, enough to swing her hand up and over. It landed just beside me, close enough for her finger to touch my flesh.

 I didn’t move, other then to smile, and as she settled again her finger twitched, and a smile crossed her face.

 I fell back to sleep without a care for Martian Sasquatch, and I slept with a smile.

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