Wednesday, September 21, 2011
♥ A New Year
Hey guys so I've been gone for a while, and I apologize my life had a moment of utter chaos, but its back on track now, so here I am again, Your little Witchie here to talk of paganism and such. This year, and if you are a long time follower you may know I mark years by school years, Shall be interesting. I, as I'm sure many of you already have or shall soon, am coming to a spot in my life where I am expected to act and behave like an adult.
What an odd concept.
The very prominent five year old girl who lives inside me is shaking her head in wonder. She can't grasp it. Part of her has been waiting for this moment forever. She has always dreamed of being sophisticated and coy, of being confident and sure. These are qualities she as a child does not posses. She is forgetful and shallow,curious and naive. She is happy and silly, and has always thought herself to resembled a little tinker bell far more than a graceful witch.
And now...
Look at her she is a junior in high school, she is taking AP courses she has her very own job, her very own friends, her very own life. She is Three months short of being seventeen. Seventeen People!!!!! That is ONE year away from being Legal!!!!
And yet there she is still simply five.
That has been me for a while now, but this year it is different. I am no longer being dragged along by the rope of time as I try desperately to pull it back with in my reach. Instead something has grown with in me that is constantly kicking at my ever expanding stomach- no it's not really a baby- but it is saying grow up Witchie, Grow up, it's time. And thus here I stand a new year, a new outlook, a new person.
I am a butterfly who is fearful stepping out my cocoon, because perhaps, maybe, just maybe I won't like what I've become.
What an odd concept.
The very prominent five year old girl who lives inside me is shaking her head in wonder. She can't grasp it. Part of her has been waiting for this moment forever. She has always dreamed of being sophisticated and coy, of being confident and sure. These are qualities she as a child does not posses. She is forgetful and shallow,curious and naive. She is happy and silly, and has always thought herself to resembled a little tinker bell far more than a graceful witch.
And now...
Look at her she is a junior in high school, she is taking AP courses she has her very own job, her very own friends, her very own life. She is Three months short of being seventeen. Seventeen People!!!!! That is ONE year away from being Legal!!!!
And yet there she is still simply five.
That has been me for a while now, but this year it is different. I am no longer being dragged along by the rope of time as I try desperately to pull it back with in my reach. Instead something has grown with in me that is constantly kicking at my ever expanding stomach- no it's not really a baby- but it is saying grow up Witchie, Grow up, it's time. And thus here I stand a new year, a new outlook, a new person.
I am a butterfly who is fearful stepping out my cocoon, because perhaps, maybe, just maybe I won't like what I've become.
12:46 PM
Thursday, August 25, 2011
♥ Where I See God (A Pagan's view of the Divine)
I see God
in the air I breath
I see Him
in the sun's smiling face
I see Her
in the moon's gental grace
I See God
in the creaks and the streams
I see God
in the grass and the tree's
I see God
in the budding flower
I see God
in your eyes
I here Her
in your voice
Feel Him
in your fingertips
I see God
in the belly of a pregnant woman
Feel God
in a baby's full breath
You ask,
Don't You believe in God?
My Answer is Yes
But,
He is not
a man in the sky
a power
Beyond our reach
She is Here
with you
with me
So two days ago my favorite Grandmother found out I was a Pagan. She told me, in a gental way, that Pagans worshipped sexuality and idols, they did not look beyond things greater than themselves. I didn't know how to reply, how to put my spirituality in words she would relate to, and found I could not deny her claims. Pagans worshipped sexuality, they worshipped idols, they didn't worship things beyond themselves because they realized life was a creation of God and a creation of God was divine.
in the air I breath
I see Him
in the sun's smiling face
I see Her
in the moon's gental grace
I See God
in the creaks and the streams
I see God
in the grass and the tree's
I see God
in the budding flower
I see God
in your eyes
I here Her
in your voice
Feel Him
in your fingertips
I see God
in the belly of a pregnant woman
Feel God
in a baby's full breath
You ask,
Don't You believe in God?
My Answer is Yes
But,
He is not
a man in the sky
a power
Beyond our reach
She is Here
with you
with me
So two days ago my favorite Grandmother found out I was a Pagan. She told me, in a gental way, that Pagans worshipped sexuality and idols, they did not look beyond things greater than themselves. I didn't know how to reply, how to put my spirituality in words she would relate to, and found I could not deny her claims. Pagans worshipped sexuality, they worshipped idols, they didn't worship things beyond themselves because they realized life was a creation of God and a creation of God was divine. 4:49 PM
Saturday, August 20, 2011
♥ What is Magick to me?
Dreams come
Don't let them goKeep them
Work hard and dilligently
for there truth
Smell the roses in Life
but don't get lost in their soft beauty
Live life to the fullest
By not giving up on your dreams
You have the Power to do what ever you want with your life!
Magick to me is what happens when a person taps in to the energy of the universe. Energy is what makes up the world it is why it spins, grows, it is why we live breath. Doing magick is a way to harness that energy and work with the universe to achieve a certain goal.
Labels: dreams, Love, magick, the Goddess
4:23 PM
Thursday, August 18, 2011
♥ New Ezine
Attention my Witchy friends I am starting a teen pagan ezine with hopes of someday also offering it in print. To do this however I need lots of help if you are intersted please fill out the form below and email me at thelifeandtimesofattenagewitch@yahoo.com .
What is your age (young people are strongly encouraged to take part) :
How much time would you be willing to give to the magazine (ie. Are you contributing something for onetime use or are you looking to become a regular part of the magazines staff) :
What is your idea or contribution (do you have an idea for a name, are you offering to write a column) :
What name would you like to be credited by:
If you are offering to write something or artwork please place here a sample of your work:
How much time would you be willing to give to the magazine (ie. Are you contributing something for onetime use or are you looking to become a regular part of the magazines staff) :
What is your idea or contribution (do you have an idea for a name, are you offering to write a column) :
What name would you like to be credited by:
If you are offering to write something or artwork please place here a sample of your work:
3:44 PM
♥ Those Embassing magickal Moments
AHHH, so talk about trama. So a few nights ago I recieved my, errm, well you know mother natures gift, and in honor of my womanly self I held a small ritual outside. You see I am visiting my mother and thus have no space to call my own. My mother has explored paganism in her past and is "supportive" of my religion, this lamas she even participated in a ritual with me. However, being a mother, She is also under the impression that my life is also hers to share with the world. She told the neighbors of my religious prefferences, granted, the neighbours are two young dreddy* kids. So there I was. I sat criss cross apple sauce in the middle of the yard, the crown from the magick man placed upon my head, holding my cup of tea skyward to the moon-
My mother walks out on to the porch and in to my rather expansive circle.
"Honey your going to be eaten by mountain lions," she insisted.
It was at this time my neighbor, Josh is his name, joined my mother on our porch.
My mother was hysterical with laughter at the scenario, perhaps now seeing the crown on top of my head.
Josh smirked, his eyebrows raised. "Are you- Are you- doing a ritual?"
Mortified I told them both to leave and, after much badgering, they did.
Any who that was my tramatic, absolutely embarrising Witchy expierience.
Do you have any moments similar to this one? If so email them to me at thelifeandtimesofateenagewitch@yahoo.com for a chance to be featured in my new ezine the Magickal teen schedualed to come out this Samhain.
3:28 PM
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
♥ Review: Teen Goddess: How to Look, Love & Live Like a Goddess
I loved Teen Goddess and highly recommend it not just to teen friends but to any Woman looking to further empower herself in a fun Godess fashion. Catherine Wishart has written a book that relates to every girl, pagan or not. Each week she challenges you the reaer to throw a glamour and transform in to one of the powerful goddesss described in this book. Teen Goddess is also geared toward the girly girl, each goddess has her own rockin outfits and makeup. Catherine Wishart creates a book reminding us what Magic is all about, creating our own reality and becoming divine.
4:43 PM
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
♥ The Magick Man
Well hello all my Witchy friends, Like I believe I've said in previous posts I'm here in Ashland, Oregon. Now two days ago something extradinary happened, I met a Magick Man. He sat on a picnic table in Lithia park surrounded by curious branches weaved in interesting forms. A small piece of cardboard and it said magick wands.
"How do you make these," I asked. And he looked at me through one good eye.
"Do you want to know how to make them or do you want to make them yourself?"
I glanced my mother, quiet and solumn, she was more concerned about my baby sisiter being pushed on the swingsett by her loyal brother in the park than she was with the words of a an odd one eyed man.
"I don't think I have time to make them myself," I laughed full heartedly showing all of my teeth as I did so.
"Time, of course you don't," replied the old man," no one ever has time."
For a moment I was unsure of what to say, had I offended him? I stood there silent and hopeful.
"Alright," he said and I beamed, happy to be given his time,"You see everything wants to form back to one, I do not force the branch to be something it does not want to be..."
He spoke of my smile which I knew was as large and goofy as ever. "It is kind of like a smile. There is no bad smile."
"Well there could be," I replied thinking back to fake smiles I had encountered.
"Yes the smile of a snake, that smile say come closer so I can strangle you."
He babbled on about Magick and I nodded like I understood, though I did not, but I wished to.
When he had finished he gave me a weaved crown and other magickal items.
"Magick should be shared," he said.
I laughed, told him he was very wise, and left my arms overwhelmed. I had met a magick man. and I wondered and hoped someday I would understand him.
11:29 AM
