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Nov. 26th, 2015 @ 08:08 am Today is Thanksgiving
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I am thankful for waking today into the world which the Lord has made. I praise you, Lord. Let me walk today and share my joy in the day with others.

I am thankful for waking beside the man I love, and for my two sons, who taught me that love shared grows. I praise you Lord. Let me share my love with others I meet, today and every day, that God's love can increase in the world to bring the kingdom into being.

I am thankful for my parents who had the wisdom to raise me and let me go, to grow into the person I have become. I praise you, Lord. Let me know when to stand back and let others struggle and let others fail or rise so that they can become who they are.

I am thankful to those who welcomed my forefathers and mothers to this land of opportunity, when they were sore oppressed and escaping tyranny, persecution, oppression, enslavement, terror and the threat of death. Without they generous hospitality of those strangers, none of what I am now would be here to praise my Lord.
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Nov. 26th, 2015 @ 07:15 am Unintended consequences
This week I bought a couple of units of window caulking (enough to caulk up to 7 windows each according to the store clerk) and I caulked the windows I'm closest to and the ones that are closest to the thermostat (downstairs in the living room). I have been pleased with the reduction in drafts (which I noticed immediately). The other result ... I finally noticed today.

The upstairs is colder.

It has been a characteristic of this house for as long as I can remember that the upstairs is always warmer than the down. I thought it was a matter of the heat rising and the smaller rooms that can be closed off, trapping the heat in place whereas downstairs is a larger open space.

Apparently, not entirely.

I now suspect that the windows were bleeding heat from downstairs much worse than I thought.

I'm planning to get another couple of units of window caulking and some stuff to try to block the holes where the I *think* the mice are gaining entry to the basement. That last I'm going to need M's help with; I'm too short. Unfortunately the best time to discover said holes is early on a bright morning when the sun is in the correct sector of the sky ... and M and early morning are mutually exclusive terms.
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Nov. 24th, 2015 @ 07:16 am Discussion please
scene : Beltane eve, journeyman Guildsman (fox-shifter spirit) on patrol - protecting (primarily) against any malice by hostile Otherfolk
Tymon heard a thrashing in the brush. He slipped in long enough to confirm the source of the noise to be a couple courting and then slipped back out again. His nose told him that one of the two was wearing a glamour, no mistaking the nose-tingling itch of that, but it wasn't in his purview. Those who walk out on Beltane do so knowing full well that their lover may not be exactly who, or what, as he or she appears.

This passage is giving me, as a woman, pause. It occurs to me that gaining sexual favours under colours ... ahhh, no. Persuading someone that you are someone you are not in order to have sex with them seems like a form of rape to me. What if the form they wear is that of the other party's affianced? Or a neighbour with whom they wish to be affianced? My question is ...

In an agrarian neighbourhood holding to the Old Beliefs (such as Na Gurnaidh) - would the use of glamour be considered rape ... and so worthy of the attention of the upholders of the Law?

Or would it simply be considered seduction by other means?
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Nov. 14th, 2015 @ 10:30 am Morning Prayer (CG #42)
THANKS to Thee, God,
Who brought'st me from yesterday
To the beginning of to-day,
Everlasting joy
To earn for my soul
With good intent.
And for every gift of peace
Thou bestowest on me,
My thoughts, my words,
My deeds, my desires
I dedicate to Thee.
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Nov. 12th, 2015 @ 06:34 am Stormday, 6 Moch-shamhradh, New Huntersmoon
Siud agaibh a' ghealach ùr —Rìgh nan Dùl 'ga beannachadh!

There is the new moon — the king of the elements bless it!

Today is Stormday in Dragon Valley
The heavens are telling the glory of God and all creation is shouting for joy. Come dance in the forest, come play in the field and sing, sing to the glory of the Lord.

Praise for the rain that waters our fields and blesses our crops so all the earth yields, from death unto life her mystery reveals springs forth in joy.

seanfhacal an là:

DEIR Calum-cille ruinn,
Dh’ ifrinn gu brath nach tar am fial;
Ach luchd na meirle ’s luchd nam mionn,
Caillidh siad an coir air Dia.

COLUMBA tells to us, that
To hell the generous shall never go;
But those who steal and those who swear,
They shall lose their right to God.
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Nov. 10th, 2015 @ 07:38 am Conversation Cat
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Last night, suffering from a sudden downward mood swing, I picked up the ShadowCat for a bit of furry consolation. She did not approve and began to complain.

Me: I'm sorry but sometimes I want to cuddle a warm furry kitty and unfortunately for you, you're the only kitty I have. Should I get another one for this?
Me: Then I can hold you.
SC {whipping tail hair}: {silence}
Me: Good. {kiss top of SC's head}
SC: Yooooww!
Me {indignant}: That was a kiss, not an owie!

I put her down and she ran for "home-base" - the basement. When we play tag and I'm It, I always stop chasing her when she runs through the basement door. {But if I can entice her to come back up, then the game is on again.}
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Nov. 7th, 2015 @ 11:07 am Recipe - Pumpkin hotcakes
Pumpkin hotcakes

heat griddle over medium flame

Mix together in a small mixing bowl:
1/2 cp buckwheat flour
1/2 cp wheat flour
1/2 cp rolled oats
1 scoop dry milk
1 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ginger
dash nutmeg
dash cloves
{2 tbsp sugar - optional and unused}

In a large mixing bowl combine and mix well:
1/2 cp cooked pumpkin
1 cp milk
1 egg
2 tbsp olive oil

Add dry ingredients to wet and stir to combine but DO NOT OVER-MIX. Add oil or butter to the griddle, drop hotcake batter onto hot, greased griddle by well-rounded spoonfuls. Flip when bottom is browned. Serve with jam or syrup {or nothing at all}.
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Nov. 5th, 2015 @ 06:45 am Prayer for today
Today may I speak according to Thy will, O God.
Today may I bear witness to Thy authority.
Today may I speak in accordance with Thy Wisdom, Lord.
Today and every day may I be at peace with Thee.

Today I count the causes of Thy mercies shown to me.
Today I give heed to Thy laws.
Today I will sing a song to Thee;
To sing Thy praises my delight.

O Lord, I give my love to Thee, this day and every day I live.
This night to come and every night as well.
Day and night, dark and light,
I praise the goodness of my Lord.

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Nov. 4th, 2015 @ 10:00 pm Carmina Gadelica #41 : morning prayer
THANKS be to Thee, Jesus Christ,
Who brought’st me up from last night,
To the gladsome light of this day,
To win everlasting life for my soul,
Through the blood Thou didst shed for me.

Praise be to Thee, O God, for ever,
For the blessings Thou didst bestow on me--
My food, my speech, my work, my health,
* * * * * *

And I beseech Thee
To shield me from sin,
To shield me from ill,
To sain me this night,
And I low and poor,
O God of the poor!
O Christ of the wounds!
Give me wisdom along with Thy grace.

May the Holy One claim me,
And protect me on sea and on land,
And lead me on from step to step,
To the peace of the Everlasting City,
The peace of the Everlasting City!

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Oct. 28th, 2015 @ 04:43 pm The Glastig or Grey Hag
The Celtic Monthly
July 1903
No. 10, vol XI
p. 196

A Story of the "Grey Hag"

Lianachan is the name of a farm on Lord Abinger's Lochaber estate. It is situated near the river Cùr -- a tributary of the Roy and Spean -- that runs along the base of the range of mountains extending northward from Ben Nevis.

Lianachan was for ages the home of a race of tacksmen of the name Kennedy. The legend given here has been known in Lochaber for generations, and the maledictions of the "grey hag" have fallen heavily upon the family concerned.

This "grey hag" was not the same as the "Bean-shith," or fairy woman. The "Bean-shith" was always kindly to the family she patronised, and to their friends, but the "hag" was ever malicious and trying to do evil to all the children of men. The Gaelic word for her was the "stig" or "glas-stig", the word "glas," which means grey, being given to her from the colour of the elf locks that always hang over her shoulders.

This creature was said to milk the deer upon the mountain tops, charming them into tameness by singing the weirdest and most pathetic songs to them. One of them who lived on a mountain at the head of Loch-Leven, near Glencoe, and who was known as "Cailleach Beinn na Bric, is said to have composed the air called "Crodh Chailean," which gave its name to the "Crochalan Club," so long known in Edinburgh. In winter, when the snow was heavy, and the deer had no milk, and the wild cresses could not be gathered by the fountains, it is said these creatures used to steal kail from the gardens of the people, and gather dulse by the sea-shore, always taking care not to be seen by mortals.

Read more...Collapse )The grey hags must be harmless creatures now. If iron was their great terror, the twisted coil throbbing on the brow, and in the bosom of Ben Nevis, and connecting it with the busy thoroughfares of the world, must be to them the very iron that has entered their souls -- that has carried the lightning that flashed upon them from afar into their homes in the caves of the rocks. Who knows what dying agonies the weird creatures may be enduring as that electric shock passes through the hidden caves so long their own?
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