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One Strand

As my body has recently recovered from a scary thyroid storm, and my weight finally back up,  my my drift refuses to comply to peaceful possibilities.  I may have something wrong and need to get it checked (IBS or something).  It’s weighty when you hear “You need to get this done now.  Death is real”.  We all know that it is, but when someone else tells you that something so small like a thyroid could hurt you or erase you, things become more alive and more real or I suppose I could sulk.  Not how I am, though.  Because at the end of the day, behind my eye lids lies myself and I. 

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A lot of my analysis have been about the consequences of actions and the inability for humans to fully understand them, in the greater whole.  However…. life can be simple.  Life can be one strand strung among many but,simply, a strand: a peaceful way to opportunity, revelation, and ultimate freedom of self.  One strand, strands alone.  Simply.  Lovely.  Even though it may be my strands of hair around the drain 🙂 oh thyroid, you odd thing.

The picture above, represents my approach to modern medicine and natural medicine.  I’m using kundalini and other methods to call upon healing among the great web.  Modern medicine has helped to find the issues.  Though, my friend did this strange test on me a year ago and found the issue far before the dr’s did.  She was studying a sort of reflexology and physiological responses.  I can’t say I know what it is call that she did.  But, there’s so man other options out there for scrapes and bruises, for a broken heart, and more than modern medicines and their sharp tools.  Though necessary at times, we can find the heart of nature or loved ones to envelope us in healing.  I’ll never look at a cloud the same, and because of this, my head is high and my heart open to the truth and my feet pressing for freedom!  I just started my wild flower garden and look forward to its harmonious cries.  Listen.  You can hear your life cry or send it on the wind.  Choice is always behind the eye lids you lie with at night!  I’ll be back with more philosophical analysis of what is and isn’t.  But, until then my choice is simplicity and love.  Sometimes the thoughts need a fluffy bunny pillow to rest, and this rest is filled with family, friends, and opportunity, as the strand blows so gently caressing each day and moment following a way towards freedom. 

Now I’ll keep posted the methods used for treating the IBS and Thyroid.  And so far, taking life slow, being responsible in diet and body, are the most beneficial!  I’ve found many teas that help a lot, and of course never pushing the body.  No more hand stands to back bends in the back yard! Not until my body says it’s ready.  Breathing is also very healing: from the root to crown, and you can do it at anytime!

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Thyroid Storm

Well, this has been the most eventful new year ever! I didn’t declare any resolutions but opened my mind and heart to the haps of life in the “happy” of the new year. And so they began, I had a blockage and lost A LOT of weight. Concerned that the medications weren’t helping and possibly cancer, my husband takes me to the ER. There they find the blockage, and I don’t have cancer! This is a burden off my shoulders like no other and feel like I could dance and sing though I’m still gaining meat on my bones!

After this event, my thyroid must have decided my body needed help and began to go into 6th gear. Yes. Thyroid Storm. For a few days, I thought perhaps it was just weakness from the blockage, until it became too much. Thankfully my doctor let me see him quickly, and with out hassle and gave me the treatment for the Thyroid Storm. Why not rush to the ER since it can be fatal you may be wondering, well I haven’t insurance! With in 48 hrs of thyroid suppression, I could move again! Think! Feel! Smile! I was so shocked that such a thing as a thyroid could, BOOM, freak out and hitch hike on a roller coast I’ve not been riding.

So, during these times you find out who your true friends are. You find out that “I care for you” may mean “I’m just nosy, bored and jealous” or “I have no life”. It could mean “You mean more to me than my job” or “I’ve cancelled all my plans for you”. And, all of these I have experienced. I thank to cosmos for my good sense to read the signs and know what the universe is telling me. It’s telling me to be ALIVE. It’s telling me of humanity. It’s tell me that I have every right to be a nice person and ask a question nicely, but I don’t have to be yelled at and try to make it right. There is no living by living in the realm of the oppressors. Oppression of my thyroid was beyond my control. And, oppression from humanity, economy, and such are also uncontrollable. But, we have the choice to walk away: middle finger up if you feel so obliged but I could care less. When I see a human “caring” out of self indulgence for the sake of whatever they stand to gain, I can not rush them to the ER. No. But, I can lessen the ripples of the echos in this web of life but walking the path of self awareness and as best open to freedoms as I can, with knowledge and love that soothe the tremors of humanity. And, I think the catalyst for those who betray, lie, or become aggressive and hurt in anyway is unhappiness. Now that is a dose of energy I do not wish to bath in. Instead, I embrace my shadows and weaknesses for what they are and hope they help me keep afloat on this river unwinding. Now, if my thyroid tries to drown me, well then I will go to the ER hehehehe

So, beyond that, I have been dreaming up art pieces and spending time with my little gymnasts and teaching the idea of virtue and morality. For like my 6 year old says “All things are imagination and are not real until we imagine them to be so.” And the imagination of love and war, make for interesting convo. Hm. Please respond to your theory on these two elements and their fabrication, for I must rest my weary head! Until soon 🙂

 

Lore

 

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Love and War. Self or Ish?

Eleven Things Every Witch Should Know.

so I’ve been reblogging a lot, because I’ve been learning a lot! I hope! But one thing is at the top of the bundle I’ve collected: love. And the fact you can not have love with out war.  And its this idea that gives humans the excuse to do horrid things, and, thus, the acts validate the statement. Not that I’m a saint, but not matter how I despise my husband, boyfriend, lover whatever there is an integral part of my soul that can not rape him with him my words; not to his face or to any others faces. The idea that a person could depreciate the value of another is beyond me because simply we are all connected. And by detrimental gossip,  these curses upon the path of our loved one is the very thing validates “war”.  Not that a liar is responsible for an abuser, but the ramifications of negative acts themselves melt into a pot of bubbling fury, into the collective. I for one try to balance my ying and yang. That is to befriend my shadow side and realize and work on that which is the “war” in me, rather than splatter myself in love light and unleash the stifled self on others.  This “love” and “war” could simply remain internal and introspective instead of violent reactions and loss of loved ones and slinging curses to those we feel justifiably harmed by the unsheathed self wielding a lance across the parking because for the millionth time our friend has called to cancel shopping plans. Maybe its the lance that made her pop a u turn?! Lol either way, if love and war were more internally handled with confidence and maturity, confidence and self love; we would need less love from other and therefore less war!!


As Above

The thing that baffles most people is simple why or reason. We usually can figure out how, or what, or who, but the sparsity of why beckons humans to run to a corner and demand an explanation.  Within the definition of many institutions we can find our corners more narrow or broad respectively,  never the less, humans place themselves in these corners whenever they ask why or desire a reason.  But, is it wrong?!  Surely, there are people who don’t dare as question what is.  They generally “go with the flow” and, often, are a bit dull.  They are what I call “room fillers” because they are important for the energy and essence of human beings as their sheer simplicity and naivety counter acts the luring harps chords of reason.  It is the desire and envy that become the definition of “wrong” or anti-human aspects.  And, I mean these aspects to be of their extremity.  Should naivety be questioned for it’s severity of participation in humanity it is only less disarming because it creates a type of anti-naivety by simply being what is.  Whereas, desire and jealousy in their aspects do create a sort of anti-desire, which is repulsion.  And, it is in the creation of the antithesis of the negative aspects of these human quests that provoke yet another possibly destructive aspect.  This is why reason becomes so delicious, because it can never be tasted even to the point of gluttony or negativity.  We can not know too much because we do not know too little.  It’s in the balance of creating our corners that keep us safe from the reality of how much we really don’t know.  And because of this, we’re often surprised by the dark aspects expressed by others because from our corner of knowledge we attempt to project and expect goodness and light therein.  When a girlfriend leaves for another or a child is abandoned, we stand in our corners and demand or cry out “why?!”.  “Why do you not love me?!” “Why god did you let this child experience this?!”  Most people find reason in a greater good, or higher purpose.  And this is precisely my point, that in knowing we find what we don’t know, or can’t know.  When a solution or institution or reason surface our awareness,  it will simply entertain more of what we don’t know.  Humans that live in the naive contentment of the unknown are not burdened by their inability to satiate any resonating desire or hunger for knowledge.  In their corners, the corners don’t exist or are entirely boxed.  It’s really a matter of knowing that there can not be corners or boxes within reason or the why, and, thus, in their simple existence they’re never panged to seek nourishment because they don’t feel their hunger.  It exists.  It is a natural part of humanity to wonder why and find reason, but I believe we can chose to entertain what we want in our corners or what may stab us in the back later.  The balancing line of the known and unknown, defined by the life and death of awareness, constructs the necessity for institutions, friendships, and hope.  All of which are below.

Not in this picture haha.  No, this is a picture of me wondering why the past never happened, and the future will never come.  I looked at my jewelry and the hole in my back and realized I had been in my own corner with blinders to truth.  But, there’s no excuse because I should have known that the natural order of things would lead the least expected.  Though if I were to have known what would have happened then there wouldn’t be aspect of the need to know.  With necessity, we are full and nothing needs us.

Oh my jewelry is at http://www.facebook.com/thelaltar

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Love Lust

What exactly is love?! Toni Morrison says that it’s one of the most damaging things to human psyche. And I agree. Not because I’m antipathetic, love only presents itself for an immeasurable moment in existence; one I think we are rarely aware of (if it exists at all). And just as this birth of love (not as a feeling or fabric but as a type of energy relative to energy or chemical), it suddenly bursts forth from its beating heart a steady, reaching love lusted hand and limbs as legs, dangling, angled to the direction of self or need. Does humanity by definition then disempower love?! Can we even name a thing we say exists?! Isn’t claiming to have such love in itself counter intuitive to what love is: selfless. I don’t mind defining what energies or chemicals (whatever you wanna call them) as love or light. But, I warn with a wary heart full of limbs to remember that it is often love that is the catalyst to war. Define the war in which ever way best. But you can not have the blessedness of this most sanctified positivity to be experienced, within this human form (as much we know) with out expecting some sort of antithetical resonation to, or possibly from, self or psyche. Ah, to strike a balance with how we love others and how we love ourselves! I’m going to chew on that with these moist, hungry lips that say these words: I love you.

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Chamber Series and Crafts

So I have begun the next batch of chamber series pieces and began to wonder what people use them for! I myself love the idea of carrying around charged herbs or a tiny pebble or even a whisper. But, I’m wondering when alternative jewelry will become more variable and trendy! I’m trying to make alternative and slightly religious jewelry with more fashion awareness implied, but I also like the beauty in the antiquated satchel or medicine bag! So it’s time to get back to work. I think if we had a way to carry around our beliefs we could raise energy and hope via trendy transportation. And we all know that incorporating spirituality in day to day life makes us all more happier, connected people! What we put on our bodies matter: so a spritz of parfumerie or a dab of jasmine oil, charged with hope in on a petal in a chamber! No more shoving it in your pocket hoping your craft doesn’t get squished and energy dismembered, rather something proudly displayed and visually appealing. Good looking and good feeling that is my hope!

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Familiars

I blessed my dear familiar, and we have allotted this day to her being. Our dear pit bill daisy continues to be a second skin to our home, thoughts, and lives. She moves when we move, loves when we love, mourns when we mourn. And most of all, keeps us safe both physically and spiritually in her sheer connection of life bond.
The moon in taurus we lit a brown candle and held things in her honor, stones we chose and messaged her with them. We said “bless our familiar, pet, loved one, god and goddess. May no harm come her way and honor her for being here everyday. So mote it be” and we put the stones on the altar, poured love into her and then left the circle to let the candle burn on her honor for 15 minutes!


Responsible Craft

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One thing I find seeping into my pores after the sweat has been issued from labor is the dull sting of responsibility or consequence of work. Not all labor is beneficial. One thing I have learned during my 10 years of spiritual study is to validate beliefs and actions not in response to critical demand but in consequence to that which is least popular. In other words, of everyone is buying a Honda for good gas mileage should I buy a Honda considering only the popular aspects or really analyze the reality of its purchase: if I buy the Honda because I don’t have a car I will actually be spending more to get about as successfully as I am now. When doing energy work accessing I like to adequately consider the following:

1) Is this something that I need?
Making jewelry craft or spiritual craft, I ask myself if what I’m producing is truly something that will benefit or assist in my life or others. If I’m doing something that I could be doing on my own with our craft work or of I make a necklace I’ll never share or wear its consequence eventually will be affecting. Over the years I felt obligated to attend meetings or light a candle just because others were, not because I needed to.

2) Do I have the time? A lot of things we commit ourselves to generally cause more harm than good. We make promises and run out of time to keep them. We set things up to never pay them any mind. Books sit stiff spined. And all the while being spread thin, we are hurting others and ourselves. If you don’t have the time to take responsibility for an action do not do it.

3) Will this be in harmony? I believe in equal relationship with positive and negative relationship. Meaning that in an action there will be an amount of good and an amount of seeming bad. Both are necessary and both are consequential. If something seems overly, abundantly good then chances are somewhere somehow to balance the energy the negative will be absorbed. So, do we just live dull unpassionate lives?! I am disinclined to! Rather, I beg myself to be willing to absorb the positive and negative affects of my action. And though this may not always be possible, we really have to ask ourselves is the milk ever really for free?! No. Someone is always effected in some way. Balance is what I encourage. Consider the emotional and physical excretions of the action and the victims of its blessing or curse.

Considering the above may help us think twice before delving into and activity or craft. Not all things are what they seem in broad daylight. The darkness holds the heart of many truths and balance is necessary. Being able to weigh our actions against the natural structure of things evokes maturity and learning! May the weight rest in blessedness!


Holiday Blues

It really happens. Everyone is exuding glee an emitting sheer wintery bliss, I sit alone with a frost bit nose and not sure why.  It doesn’t make much sense, because this is my favorite time of year.  Not for the holidays, the chilly weather opens up the options in my closet and the accessories are limitless.  But this Christmas I felt as blue as my royal, velvet skirt.  The meaning of my actions whirled in my head, though I tried not to take myself too seriously. Then my mom gave me a book: “God’s Wisdom for Mothers”.  It wasn’t the joy suffocating be or the twinkling lights in airports blinding my eyes.  It was and is the simple notion of not belonging.  Whether because of loss of kin or Christ, Christmas seems to be a reminder for many of what we don’t have.  Some people over spend, others help those in need, and even those who have lost a family member feel the pressure of something missing.  Though my situation doesn’t compare to familial death,  I feel an immortal death from my family.  Will I be with them in the afterlife? I can only follow truth to the best of my ability.  But in the full bliss of Christmas, the tree doesn’t reflect it’s true meaning but symbolizes to me everything Christmas isn’t.  Melancholy, yes.  At least I got to wear a cute velvet skirt!

Sitting on an iron bench

Father winter wispers

My silk blouse gives the sun

A peak

Licking the wind on icy skin

Mother calls me home

My bones clatter down below

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C Craft

Here’s a sample of my writing skills:

How much good could in witchcraft craft

If a witch draft could craft good

Ok ok now I’m just making myself laugh.  Maybe it’s because of my sinus infection.  Onto my mint tea and jewelry craft now.  I’ve got some new pendulums I’m dying to twist around someone neck!!