The combined colors of bloodstone allow it to function at the levels of the base and heart chakras. It encourages a balance of energy; practicality with the desire to grow; calming strong emotions, and is both stimulating and motivating. Bloodstone is also known as heliotrope and has a long tradition of magical use. A variety […]
via The Blood Energizer Stone: Bloodstone — Good Witches Homestead
An achievement – the American Dream
now what?
One door just barely came open; another one shut
There will always be that once upon a time:
days of carefree abandon were mine
the things that I had did not define ~
and a long empty road stretched out in front of me,
traded Big Sky of the west for South’s tranquility.
The simplest of choices: the mountains or the sea?
All the while, wasting time thinking about some punk
all that I owned fit in my back seat and trunk
Were the scorching sun and heat enough to wash it away
then I wouldn’t be here to this very day
just a far-flung soul
with constant trials and tolls
on a pursuit; seeking to find the best way
Sometimes the only solution
is to leave the situation.
These people are not my friends
and the search never ends…
CONFESSIONS OF A WITCH I didn’t seem to need anyone’s approval in seeking my own creative inspiration There was this thing I had in which it helped me to develop my own flavor of spiritual and emotional incarnation It lead me to become aware of my own Witchiness Which turned out to be a very […]
On a balmy night, you’re in my sight
on the highest tree branch, you alight
whispering winds stroke ruffled wings
hearing your wind-swept call, my senses delight
A stranger who comes but once a year
you’re a portent of luck, though in some cause fear
russet raptor of doom gazing down on tombs
your intentions remain unclear
On widow-making branches you linger
hovering above necropolis, the bringer
of a serene surprise, most will not realize
invader from another realm; the ultimate infringer
For it is not from this world you come
no, from somewhere dreams are undone
and I welcome you here, my clever seer
and to your spectral customs I succumb
Just as the black cat who crosses my path will bring good luck
in your nightly visits and wily ways, I am moonstruck
and in the cemetery where I walk there is no need for talk
it is a peaceful place for clearing our minds and souls from muck
And when stars shimmer across ebony skies
always at home in the shadows are you and I
furiously fighting against the wind, tormented hearts undisciplined
to the ways of a world we will never fit in
taking comfort in the awakening of our eyes
knowing the time is over for deceit and lies.
I was once accused of being transient. Transient – like it was a dirty word.
I looked around at what I had back then. A second floor apartment in a white stucco building downtown. A TV, a lawn chair for a chair, a lamp and an end table or two, a bed, a keyboard with bench and stand, and a couple kitchen items. The apartment was was simple and clean; newly remodeled. The kitchen appliances were brand new and rarely, if ever, used. In the evenings, palm fronds brushed against my windows, creating pretty silhouettes in the shadows. There was a coffee shop right across the street (Mother’s Milk I think it was called) where they had live entertainment in the evenings sometimes, and I could hear it from my windows. It made me feel like I was part of something, whether I went there or not. I made friends with a mechanic in the shop across the street, who invited me to his more inland house when there was a hurricane threat. A Turkish man owned the gas station next door and had great prices on wine. I could walk, rollerblade, or ride my bike most places.
When I moved there, everything I owned fit in my car. The car was a Grand Marquis (I forget the year), so it was pretty roomy. But I still had one of those cartop carrier thingies on top that I think I put clothes in. In my travels, one of the straps had broken and I literally drove with my driver window open, holding that strap, across several states because I couldn’t figure out a way to fix it.
Joe was this guy I met back then. He was a furniture builder and also a doorman/bouncer who worked the door at a nearby club. He was okay. I think he liked me more than I liked him. One afternoon not long after I met him, he told me that he had just recently gotten out of jail in Texas. I can’t remember for what. Anyway, he had this thing for dressing nice and being “classy” and having nice and classy things. One day, he looked around my apartment and made a comment along the lines of, “it looks like a transient lives here.” It wasn’t so much what he said; it was more how he said it that made me feel weird.
Why do some people feel the need to judge others so harshly? Especially based on what they have or how they live? Did it ever occur to this guy that I had just moved cross country, by myself, and started all over again with no place to live and no job? I packed what I could carry and brought it, but that was it. Within days I had a job and it wasn’t much longer till I found my apartment. No, I did not immediately wrack up a credit card just so I could get a bunch of impressive furniture. I’ve never liked to spend beyond my means, and I usually stick with just what I need. I’d say that’s smart and not something to be ashamed of.
As far as transient goes? Hey, I never promised to be permanent.
Words cannot convey
exactly what I’m trying to say…
when in my mind, I see your face
you have something I can never replace
knowing the world’s a better place with you in it
feeling you near even though you’re distant
imagining you so hard you must feel it!
Close my eyes
hypnotized
and you’re there in the air
Nodding your head, you deliver
the music that makes me shiver
with your smoky, hooded stare
you’re in my mind; you’re everywhere
Patience is a trait I’ve learned
though many times been burned
nothing stops the desire
like sizzling sparks of fire
when I do get the essence returned
I see clinging sunsets with whispers of blue
you should feel traces of me calling out to you
the charm has worked before; can you feel it now?
To make sure you know somehow
and to prove my desire is true
I know that soon you’ll be coming my way
a little game I like to play:
give a little, take a little; a push and a pull over time
until the day everything will align
It has happened before at least twice
more than a per chance roll of the dice
revelation, obsession, aspiration
feeding the fire of infatuation
Suddenly you’re right in front of me!
In the flesh; your indifference, your sooty, sexy glam
can be replaced by someone who understands
how open arms can make everything okay
Everything hooking up and synching the right way
Can I do this one more time?
Clicking off my list of the sublime
You are the ultimate to me
don’t know why I didn’t see
what we have in common; our faith is ingrained
we’re both just a little insane
And I’m loving every inch I see
of our rapid-fire sweet destiny
My heart aches for what once was
though I wouldn’t change a thing about today
the longing is still there, a remnant of days gone by
and I can’t help but wonder…
There was a time of freedom and not much responsibility
when all that mattered was the music
we lived and breathed the music ~ it was a lifestyle
There was the excitement of youth
when each day was brand new and anything could happen
The spontaneity and hope; starry eyes and puppy love, and what we thought was real love
Days were something to endure while we waited for the night to come
That’s when the magick happened: our hearts free to explore; an open book
waiting to be written;
attractions so magnetic – highly charged and bittersweet
because somehow, we knew this couldn’t last
Life happens.
Like going to sleep and waking up in a different world
What we call maturity is somehow a gain and a loss all at once;
you can get disoriented along the way
Society telling us we should look like this, live like that, own this, pray for that
Frustration mounts, comes to a head
and we suddenly know what we must do
what matters
A plan forms in the very depths of our hearts
because there are still those among us who have stayed true to theirs
an inspiration greater than all
waiting in the wings to be wholly and completely embraced once again
by the metal hearts who have decided ~ it’s high time.
If you are living a lie, then you are wasting time because you are merely a shell
of what you should truly be
Because what really matters is what is in your heart
and to that you must stay true
