οἶκος is the Greek word from which we get the words “ecology” and “economy.” In the New Testament, the word usually translated as “house” is οἶκος. The oikos is our house and habitation. More…
Incantation for Tomorrow1/4/21 I dressed my candles with Rosemary oil,lit the incense and drew the circle.The Wand flashed in the air.The Sacred Sage healed and cleansed.I rang the bell and called the spirits –demons and angels – I didn’t care –whoever wanted to do the job would do.I intoned the litany of change and power.I […]
That sweet musicof your lifelisten for it.Listen, it’s there,in its heartbreaking beauty,in the love, the smiles,the laughing your ass offin the kitchen, drunkand dancing, free for just a moment.Remember me this way.Remember us this way.Remember joy. That’s what it was aboutall along.
12/24/20 Christmas Eve Go out into that night – the stones and candles will lead you. The wind and the rain and the snow will lead you. The pain and the beauty and the glory will lead you.
The grandfather’s spirit is strong. He doesn’t need to go to heaven, he’s having too much fun roaming the earth. I’m burning frankincense right now. They say the angels love it. I could use all the help I can get. Maybe he will come around. The grandfather’s spirit is strong with me. He would tell […]
Syd Weedon, 11/12/20 OK, Syd has gone completely off the reservation. He’s writing about tarot cards. The notion that a bunch of pretty cards with arcane symbols randomly placed into an arbitrary pattern could have any meaning at all for the real world is irrational. That’s true and the irrationality is essential to their operation. […]
My Life Every emergency room,every jail, every cancer wardand nursing home in four states,a thousand weddings,a thousand funerals,wading in the water –I did that too,stood in the hospital hallasking how the loved onewas going to die,thousands of sermons,thousands of bread-breakings,a thousand prayersto a heaven that seems to be deaf,for forty years……forty years,a million miles in […]
I’m casting spells tonight beneath the crazy moon, Blue Moon, Hunter’s Moon, Samhain Moon. The last time we had this moon was 1944. That was in the depth of World War II and this feels a little bit like that, like we’re under siege by a ruthless killer, and it’s time to fight or die. […]
When I finally seethe face of God,I have a feeling thatshe’ll look a lot like you. Syd Weedon10/21/2020
She is tornbetweenher lovefor meandher needto run wild.
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