A MagiQal Life

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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Growing up I loved my Mother, and my Grandparents. My brothers I really could not stand but always felt the need to defend them (Don’t fuck with the Rowley Boys, they’ll put you in the hospital) but I never really felt the closeness of “family” with any of them. Not even when my older brother moved his family in to my house. They were not a close batch of biscuits and I could not stand his wife (at the time). I didn’t even feel the closeness of Family when I got married to my ex-wife. Yes, I loved her, but we were not family…a couple yes, but not a family.

 Now that I’ve found Cyndi though, that has changed. I feel a special closeness down here that I’ve never felt before. This family has flaws, but you can feel the love. Maybe it’s the interaction I now have with children, maybe it’s the deeper love I hold for Cyndi, maybe it’s how her kids treat her, I really don’t know, but what I do know is that there is something magickal here. Something that’s been missing all of my life. Something I am very happy to now be a part of.

 My newfound daughters do not call me Father, but I do like to think they call me friend. I’m also friends with the grand children, and close friends (at least for now while they are still young). I’m proud as any blood relative could ever be of each and every one of them. I love them all in their own special way, and I’m happy that I am a part of their lives, and more importantly I am proud that they are a part of mine.

 I look forward to my family growing and of being a part of it for many years to come.

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I’m supposed to do a handful of essays based upon certain virtues that the Ár nDraíocht Féin (ADF) finds important. At first I thought it was just busy work, but as I got more into it I found that the ones they chose do help one look within oneself.

I am finished with all of them, or at least I have the drafts of all of them completed. Only two are in a final, or near final format. One of those is Wisdom…

“I learned everything I know about the Occult from playing Dungeons and Dragons” has been one of my more humorous axioms and it certainly applies to Wisdom. The Player’s Handbook has something like this to say about Wisdom: Intelligence allows you to calculate the probabilities of being able to jump the gap within the broken bridge, but it is Wisdom which tells you whether or not taking such a chance is worth it.

Applying that to my past, in my childhood there was a time when I’d not step on a crack for fear of breaking my Mothers back. Every now and then I’d come across a few shattered sections of sidewalk. From experience I knew I could usually jump one section, two if I got a running start. But when I weighed this possibility of success with what happens with failure I knew the wisest choice of action was simply to take a walk in the grass…

In the end, Wisdom is the culmination of Knowledge, Insight, and Choice, or rather using Knowledge and Insight to choose the best course of action.

That was the first essays I wrote, and it’s inspiration actually came from a dream. While I do not recall exactly what the dream essay said, the one above is actually rather close.

I also wrote it a while ago in my LiveJournal. If you are freinded, you can read it HERE. It’s not one of the better literary works, but it certainly has meaning to me on a personal level.

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