Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Work In Progress Wednesday - Felted Goblin

For no reason whatsoever, aside from discovering an acorn cap and some really pretty green merino roving in my closet, I decided to give needle felting a goblin over an armature a try.



I've been working on this gal for 6 hours now and have just started to green her up. I used some undyed wool for the core because I'm cheap like that and making something nice and tight requires a lot of wool.


Free standing! Woo!

Yes she has a bald patch, she'll be getting hair though, so no worries.

Yikes! She sure is scary looking in those photos. I promise that in person, she's much less frightful. I've sculpted my first ever 3 dimensional nose along with some cheeks, eye sockets and eyeballs and while everything is getting very close to rock hard, I don't feel there's enough contrast to make the features pop. (Hence why the eyes look sort of terrifying.) I may go back and add some bits of brown or grey roving to create deeper shadows in some areas, we'll see.

Let me just say, that having only done this much of my teeny 3.5" doll I have a profound respect for felters who work in a much larger or more intricate scale, I don't know that I have that sort of patience or dedication in me!

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Spring Blessings


My wee tomato seeds are lying in eggshells and like an expectant momma I cluck and fuss over them while they sit in the windowsill.

On this beautiful Spring morning, I find that I don't have time for much more than a shower and some coffee and a book in the early sunlight before I have to head off to work. Which makes me a wee bit sad, but I know that once I'm home I'll have plenty of daylight left with which to get outside and do my annual Equinox seed planting.


The heads from two of last years Equinox flowers have waited through the Winter for this day and I will be planting their seeds this evening. With each seed will go a wish for something that I wish to grow within myself and my life this season, along with a blessing for good growth and many, many seeds. There's something so magical about keeping the annual planting alive through saving seeds.


While I typically don't create an indoor altar for the Spring, preferring to just get outside and get my hands dirty, this year I felt moved to do so. The seeds that I put on the altar at Imbolc rest there, waiting patiently for us to finish preparing the vegetable beds so we can sow them. The tools for planting and pruning wait to be cleansed and blessed for the season.


Earth and Sun who lend their strength and blessing to the growing things are represented in the bird candle holders and one of the Spring tulips who seemingly bloomed over night is offered up in thanks for the beauty of this season. Milk and honey will find their way to the altar to join the herbs this evening.


May all the seeds you plant this Equinox flourish and grow beyond your expectations and may you be truly touched by the renewing energy of this season. Happy, Happy Spring!

Monday, March 19, 2012

A House Called 'Home'

A year ago, the dude and I were in the lawyer's office signing our names a hundred and fifty two times. We were in the process of buying our very first house, where I was hoping to be able to rest my bones and finally have a place to once more call home. We got the keys and went out for a drink with our realtor (who we have remained friends with) to celebrate and came over to just sit in our big empty house and take it all in before the moving process started.


It was unreal, I don't think I grasped the fact that this wasn't just a temporary space where we'd be packing up and moving away in a few months or a year's time, like our two apartments had been, for six months. I still have boxes packed away in the closets and have only just started to hang things on the wall maybe a month or two ago. But slowly, surely, I've come to call this house that we moved into a year ago 'Home.' A word I haven't used to describe a building and not a state since my parents divorced 12 years ago. Things became my dad's house (where I had grown up), my mom's house, Joe's parent's house, the apartment. I didn't really feel rooted anywhere.

I used to say I would pack all my shit and like a gypsy roam the country side and exotic places with just a backpack of art supplies, my camera and my clothes. Now, when Joe mentions his job may want him to live somewhere else for a few months or asks how I'd feel about relocating I glare at him like he just threatened to burn our house down. Which understandably shocks him because it's a surprising change in reaction from our apartment and vastly different than how I feel about living in the South in general. (I'm sorry South Carolina, I just can't get past some things and people.) My reply to him is ask me again in five years, should I get knocked up or when we figure out how to magically relocate our house and yard to somewhere we like more.


Thank you, wee cottage for letting me take my time to warm up to you. For letting me love you and giving me a refuge in your walls and in the yard from the grouchiness, stupidity and ignorance that seem to pervade my working life (and the occasional trip to the store). Thank you for giving me a home in which to feel safe and comfortable and to share my laughter and my tears with loved ones. Also, thanks for not holding the fact that I haven't even made it halfway through my list of renovation projects over my head - soon there will be fresh paint and honest to gods real tile and you'll feel rejuvenated and awesome. Just you wait.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Finding Signs



I was pruning the rosebushes the other day, my mind lost in things that shouldn't have been occupying my thoughts on a beautiful Spring day. Issues with family, with my health due to a random red blotch, with the future in general. I just couldn't be fully in the moment as my hands picked through the bushes and snipped off dead and old growth. I snagged myself on a thorn, dropping the shears. Cursing, I bent over to get them and there all around my toes and the shears were four leaf clovers. At least a dozen of them and in my excitement I plucked the four pictured above, leaving the rest in their patch. And as I walked in the house to press them in the book where I keep the lucky clovers my yard has gifted me I stopped and smiled; because every thing is going to be O.K. The Green Ones just wanted me to know, to pull my mind from useless worry and to enjoy the beautiful day and the scent of Spring.

I find signs like these in Nature when I least expect them, sometimes I know what they mean and sometimes I'm left wondering. I remember at a low point last summer I walked into the yard and there was a rainbow shining when there had been no rain and not much sun - I showed the dude and sprinted into the house for the camera (I have a problem with taking photos, ok?) but when I came back it was gone. The sky had smiled seemingly just for me but it wasn't meant to be captured. Just after the death of the rabbit I was sitting outside on a cloudy full moon night, sipping beer and I saw a rabbit made of cloud cross the moon.

Daily for the past four months Crow has been showing up, at least twice a day. She calls out to me as I read in the morning or perches on branches and sign posts just out of direct sight watching me as I walk or go in or out of work. Hawk shows up nearly as often, though he is more aloof and proud - sitting in higher treetops and circling over head. I know not what it means, but I'm taking it to heart and keeping my mind open.

Signs are all around us, gifts and messages from nature, the fae or deity. They can lift us up, confuse us or on occasion scare the pants off of us. The easiest way to find them is to stop actively looking, they'll appear most often in the random happenstances of life and corners of your eyes.

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Awaken, Spring!





Awake, thou wintry earth -
Fling off thy sadness!
Fair vernal flowers, laugh forth
Your ancient gladness!

Thomas Blackburn - "An Easter Hymn"

Friday, March 2, 2012

Environmentalism and Me



As a dirt worshipping, tree hugger who finds the divine in the shadowed forests, windy mountains and icy waters of our Momma Earth, I strive to protect, help and be a good steward to her. For as long as I've been a pagan, I've also been an environmentalist (aka: my entire life). Here's how Merriam-Webster defines Environmentalism:

en·vi·ron·men·tal·ism
noun
\-ˌvī-rə(n)-ˈmen-tə-ˌli-zəm, -ˌvī(-ə)r(n)-\
Definition of ENVIRONMENTALISM
1 : a theory that views environment rather than heredity as the important factor in the development and especially the cultural and intellectual development of an individual or group
2: advocacy of the preservation, restoration, or improvement of the natural environment; especially : the movement to control pollution


I was raised by parents who taught me to respect Nature and her gifts and not to take them for granted. We always recycled, reused what we could and fixed the things that broke rather than buying new. My childhood was not only spent climbing trees and exploring mucky swamps, but also spent learning about different plants and animals and picking up litter on the side of the road. We were those people, you know the ones, who'd take their daily walk and clean up that stretch of road as they went. As I grew up, I joined my school's environmental club and continued to study the Earth and the issues facing her while continuing to preach the mantra of the three R's (reduce, reuse, recycle) to anyone that would listen.

In the past few years, as I've grown up and out of my parents house I've greened my life even further in an effort to both be healthier myself and to keep my share of nasty chemicals out of the Earth. Food wise, if I can't grow it organically myself due to space constraints or lack of green thumb skills I try to buy it locally and organically grown. I'm looking into joining a CSA in our community that does meat and dairy as well as veggies and eggs but so far they're a bit out of my price range. Failing that, I go to my local Whole Foods or Earth Fare and get it. We're striving hard to keep artificial ingredients and GMO out of our diets so we make the vast majority of our meals here at home, which I will admit doesn't always happen because sometimes I'm so beat after work I just want a damn pizza. But we're getting there.

My house is cleaned top to bottom with vinegar, baking soda and lemons in different ratios that I use for various purposes. Here are some of the things I use for cleaning:

*For streak free windows: Spritz straight white vinegar onto your windows and wipe dry with newspaper from the recycle pile. It can still be recycled and works a hundred and one times better than towels of any sort.

*For bathroom grout and caulking around tubs: Mix baking soda and hydrogen peroxide in a bowl to form a paste. Use a small brush (like an old toothbrush) or your finger and slap the stuff onto any funky grout or caulk and let sit about 5 minutes. Then, scrub it; with a scrub brush or scrubby sponge until it's clean. Rinse with water and ta-da! Mildew free tub with no chemical induced headache! As a bonus, you can wash your whole shower this way and you get a workout at the same time.

*For counter tops: Mix vinegar and water in equal parts in a spray bottle, add the juice of one lemon and shake. Spray counter tops and wipe with a clean cloth towel. I also use this in a larger batch to mop my floors.

Having never been one for styling products, streamlining and greening my 'beauty routine' was probably the easiest thing I've accomplished on my way to a more environmentally friendly life. It's true confession time, so feel free to hold your noses and back away slowly: it's been over a year since I used shampoo or conditioner. I used the last of my bottles at the end of 2010 and haven't bought any since, instead I've been using the baking soda and apple cider vinegar method. It took some time to get the formulas right for my hair type (1 tbsp baking soda is way too much per cup of water for my hair) but aside from that, it's been a fantastic experience - my hair has been way more awesome since I started this. It isn't greasy in a day nor is it alarmingly brittle at the ends anymore; instead it just feels healthy. When I want to deep condition it now, I slather some coconut oil on it and let it sit overnight rinsing it out in the morning.

And, just in case the shampoo thing didn't send you running for the hills, I don't buy deodorant anymore either. I swipe a mixture or baking soda and corn starch on every morning with a makeup brush and it works great!

Now some folks may wonder how this has anything to do with my pagan path or why the hell I bother with this stuff. Here's the deal: I take a lot of pride in greening my life, simplifying it and eliminating a lot of the 'stuff' people get so hung up on. There are things that I didn't bullet point above that I do - like use cloth napkins and handkerchiefs, how there have been no paper towels at all in my house in over a year and how I use a moon cup because I'm cool with my bajingo - because I could spend a week writing all about it. Despite what a lot of folks may think, doing things this way really isn't inconvenient for me and I get the benefit of knowing that I'm not contributing to the hundreds of thousands of gallons of chemicals that poison our soil, our drinking water, our fish and our planet each year. All of these simple things when added up, amount to something much bigger and if more people didn't take the stance of 'what difference do these small things make anyway?' our world would be a lot cleaner.

As for how it relates to my pagan path? Nature is my Divinity. It is where my holy and sacred spaces exist, where I can dig deep inside of myself, where I find the spirits and the gods. The lord and lady of the wild, the green and growing, the horned, furred and wild, the Green Man and Woman are those whom I revere above all other deity and they are found out there, in Nature. And so I strive to learn and to grow under their watchful gazes without repaying them in chemicals and garbage.