(Adapted from a forum post I made at C+F)
I am on a distribution list for a Pagan "thought for the day" and I thought I would share my thoughts on the note I received yesterday.
How often do you look up into the sky and see the Moon? Do you know the names of the phases? Do you know what phase the moon is in today? Can you tell just by looking whether the moon is waxing (phase moving toward Full) or waning (phase moving toward New)?
The moon's phases were an important way of noting the passage of time for much of our history, even in cultures that had calendars. Many of the calendars civilizations used (and still use) are based on the Lunar year rather than the Solar year.
And yet, at a time when our species' scientific interest in the solar system, the galaxy, and the universe burns intensely, many of us seldom look up at the night sky, and many of us no longer note the daily changes in the Moon's appearance, as it continues its billion-years dance with the Earth and the Sun.
So, whether you know the Moon's current phase, take a moment to look up tonight or tomorrow morning. Where is the moon in relationship to the Sun? What does it look like?
The moon has been faithfully marking the days for humanity for untold ages. It's figured in our mythology, our science, our philosophy, our dreams.
It's ok to wave, if you feel like it
Allan, though I didn't know you personally, I enjoyed your posts and websites greatly. And hoped so much for another outcome. Safe Journey.

This was an interesting quiz I found on MysticWicks.
You scored as Celtic Pantheonic Pagan. Your answers leaned very close to that of the Celtic Pantheon. Very popular now among pagans, the Celtic Gods seem to draw those who are sensitive and insightful, but also very passionate about their beliefs. Many Pagan Holidays are named for this pantheon and here is where you'll find many stories on Horned God, Green Man, and Druids. You likely either have been or want to visit Stonehenge one day. Many Arthurian legnds include references to the Celtic faith, as well.
Interesting, and fairly accurate I doubt I would have scored so high on the Egyptian pantheon if I weren't such a StarGate SG1 fan. And obviously my recent interest in Gnostic Christianity had an effect on my score as well. |
First: Want to test your knowledge of Tarot history? Click here for an interesting quiz.
So, I wanted to go into a little more depth about the Hudes Tarot I mentioned in my last entry. What is it that is so compelling about this deck?
The artwork is a pleasing combination of collage and water color, but that's not it...

The composition and perspective of many of the cards are unique and arresting. But that's not entirely it...

The symbolism is spare but effective...but it's not just that...

Many cards, that traditionally are some what scary looking even though the meanings may be quite positive, have been transformed in the Hudes deck into something that captures the essence of the positive meaning without completely abandoning the traditional symbolism. This is a big part of the attraction of this deck...

But, in the final analysis it is how this deck speaks to me. How the cards get right to the heart of my own tangled feelings about the issues I wish to explore.
In my next entry I will describe my first reading with the Hudes deck.

Long time no update. I've been busy with the creation of the characters and armor for the CF forum. And vacation. Blessed vacation.
It was a relief to see that my mom is doing pretty well for a woman who fell down the stairs a month ago. She's doing PT and her broken bones in the shoulder and elbow are slowly healing.
I had a great time visiting with old friends from high school. Nearly 50 of us returned to the scene of the crimes of twenty-some years ago. It wasn't an official reunion, just a meeting of good friends who made the effort to converge from all points and spend some precious time together. We're going to make this reunion a regular occurance. Maybe once a year. Definitely every other year.
While on vacation I finally picked up a Hudes deck. Lovely artwork and I think this deck is going to click for me.
1 = unsatisfactory, 5 = excellent):

Yesterday, Midsummer and Full Moon was a magical day. Truly magical in so many ways. But I want to talk about one short private moment. I took a walk to the nearby remnants of an oak grove. Now there is an office complex on the site. But there are still a few ancient giants that were carefully preserved, with much root space between them and the parking lots. These few stately trees are heritage trees tracked by the state and illegal to cut down or deface.
I walked out to two brother-trees who are so near each other their root systems are shared. These two trees have created a shared canopy, each approximating a half of a hemisphere high in the sky. The limbs are long, twisted and gnarled, stretching out so far it seems they must fall from the weight. But, they don't fall.
I sat under one of the trees, closed my eyes and breathed. Slowing my heart. Feeling the earth. Feeling the life all around me. Feeling the tree's presence. It was difficult to let go and be in the present because of the noise from a nearby freeway. In fact, it was impossible. And then I realized that it's impossible for the tree to sink into the now-time of a forest as well. I began to feel the presence of a shadow-forest. A forest I've never seen. A forest long gone and never known by the people who live in this community and work in this office complex. "But," I thought, "What of all the new trees that have been planted? The sycamore? The willow? And it sank in. The trees surrounding these old lonely Giants are young and are domesticated. They bear little resemblance to their own wild ancestors. And they have no wisdom to share with the remnants of a forest that they were meant to replace.
I leaned back against the tree and stared up. Through the leaves the mid-day sun streamed, bright and crystalline, throwing each leaf, each twig, each fold of bark into sharp relief. There were no birds in the branches. There was no sound of frogs or crickets. There were no chattering squirrels. These beautiful oaks, preserved and protected, live in a psychic desert that is unrelieved by the irrigation systems. The deep meditative hum that I usually feel in the presence of a mighty oak or redwood was fitful and irritated.
I promised the two trees that I would come back again soon. And I walked slowly away in the bright almost unearthly light of the solstice sun.
Brightest Blessings this Midsummer.
I hope you will take a moment to visit Libby's blog and read the following entry. And check out the links. I am sickened by this child's plight. But he's one of how many who've been forced to endure "re-education". What is the cost in human life?
http://libbychic.braveblog.com/entry/11825
Now to do something about it.