Holding up mirrors

Holding up a mirror for others is an interesting thing. One should really just hold the mirror and not drag said others to the mirror under any kind of force. When you get more involved than a good Raven should...again you end up showing what NOT to do. My stomach sort of hurts and why? because something that began as a simple plea for humility and not having one person speak for all turned into negativity booming back into me....not into the mirror..but into me. I have so much to learn.
Trying to get someone to understand who clearly has his face invested and needs to keep it....is a near fruitless objective. There is some fruit because in doing so things are revealed...some things are impressed upon one etc. My challenge? don't feel that you need to stand in for others..have faith that we all learn at our own pace and that in allowing others to stand up for themselves, they can only grow stronger. Blessings.

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Remembrance Day

May all those Warriors that gave their sacrifice and learnt some hard lessons, be honoured today. I don't condone War at all but I simply see all the lessons that humanity learns as valid in our spirits unfolding and enlightenment. Wado.

Why is this any different?

Imagine you are walking down the street and a person dressed in rags, maybe pushing a shopping cart and perhaps having a bit of a smell, comes up to you and asks if you could spare some change for various reasons.

Now Imagine you are walking down the street and the same thing happens, ONLY the person is a very well dressed and clean and sober mature woman.

Would your action towards each person change because of their outer shells? Why? Do you feel responsible for what a person does with the money you give? Why do you? It's a simple question..."can you spare some change?" I don't own the recipients life or feel that I am responsible for his or her path so what difference does it make?

Perhaps the lesson of people living on the street, besides the major obvious ones, are that we all learn a lesson towards ourselves when confronted...assumptions, superficiality, condescension, classisms, ego,humility...it is all there folks.

Possible Origins of Faeries
A musing about the possible origins of faeries and the earliest of appearance of witches in North-western Europe.
http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2261753/possible_origins_of_faeries.html

funny thing about egos

The other day I was shopping and as I went through the checkout, the cashier asked if I wanted to donate a dollar to a charity. I said yes and she gave me a little thing to put my name on so I could show everyone that I gave (it would be put up on the wall with others). Thinking of how showing others my good work is just another ego thing, I wrote "just a girl" on the name section. I then hoped that the cashier would see that so she could see what a humble person I am. LOL. It's a constant learning it is.

My photobucket photos

Scroll to the bottom to see my photobucket photos! Enjoy.

If only I could get paid...

So now that I am also on a site that pays for articles, albeit a small payment, I am rather thoughtful now on whether I should post things here or keep them for the paid site. Sigh. I do like my blogspot! I recently went to Roslyn, Washington home of the fabled Cicely,Alaska and Northern Exposure tv fame. I love the people of Roslyn, they seem gentle and sweet humble people. Maybe the show colours my perceptions. I loved going back to the 90's andmy love affair with this show and it's characters. I didn't know what to expect but I was happy with what I saw and felt.

Bump it

I'm watching a commerical for an item called "Bump it". This Bump it is supposed to give you an option to lift your hair up towards the back. I can't stop thinking everytime I see these things, and women wearing their hair this way, that they must have fallen and have a great goose egg at the back of their skulls. I guess I'm not a fan.

My scribbling life

I've been attempting to write for years. Okay I've written but having it published well there is a different kettle of fish. Does one write because it just comes through? or does one write because one wants to make money? Hey why should I be different than any other artist out there? Isn't this what most artists have to fret over?....the fight twixt commerical and "soul"??? Someone once said find what you love to do and then find a way to make money out of that....well it is illegal to become a prostitute so that takes care of one avenue for me (grins)...but yes that is the way to go. I've had too many years hearing my father say to me that no one loves to work..but you HAVE TO. Why can't we love to do what we do? I do!!! Okay now can you always make a "lot" at what you love to do? perhaps...perhaps not. I hope to just be comfortable and happy and to be able to continue to express and live by that expression whether it be my words, my photos, my art etc.
I've had things published over the years...self published my own book, had a few articles published online and made money...so yes I can consider myself a published author! I am not where I want to be writing wise yet...I want a good constant stream of revenue brought in by it and so therein lays a goal. I've found a new place to write for money and enjoyment. May the muses take pity on me and inspire in me great things! here I go again...

Bill and Coo

At the bottom of my page here, there is an embedded site with a little movie in it called "Bill and Coo". This movie was made in 1948 and used all birds and some other animals as actors. The main characters are Lovebirds and most of the townfolk are budgies. It is hilarious and clever. Please scroll to the bottom of my page here and watch it...it is around an hour long. Very cute.

Fires

Fires are everywhere in BC. We have had our driest summer ever and our "rain forests" aren't looking like rain forests at this point. I ask for rain...then again I am going camping and wish for our little place to be dry and the rest wet..how selfish is that? Overall however I would take a rainout of my plans to get us rain again. Campfires all over are banned. Our desert area is at the worst...people asked to clear out of their homes...etc. Sigh. May the rain babies come to us..may they be full and fat and freshen our forests and plains and towns. I ask this of them... in all love.

Sorting through

going through all my pics from the trip I can only surmise that it's best not to take many from a moving vehicle. Not only do I have reflection after reflection on my pics...but when the wind screen is covered in prairie insects it is an exercise in futility trying not to show bugs. Eventually you end up thinking of the insects as part of the "road trip charm"....at least you try and convince yourself of that.
Some great photos are resting admidst some very bad photos. I have many gigabytes of pic and film and trying to do what I can...from blow-ups..considering the pixels...to what art I can make with the not so good ones..to what film I can make if I string together bits of video here and there. A woman can only sit on her butt for so long. I am not fond of sitting still for long periods of time and my right knee is barking too. I guess I am going to have to pace myself...a little work, a little exercise...a little work etc. What pics can be turned into cards for money? oh so many things to think about. Vacations are not just about the trip anymore ..for me at least.

Gods falling

It's interesting when you reach the age when your gods aren't so anymore..when you start to question them all...when you see that they really are human afterall. It's good to see these people that raised you as simply human with their own mistakes, their own frailties and failings, it's good to see that it isn't just "because I said so" anymore. It's sad and it's also hard because questioning is taking away that one assuredness that you were raised with..that some could do no wrong. It's also a tough time when you realize that you really are alone now or that you've swapped roles and you become the one with the answers. I love you and I wish you could see the error of what you are doing but this is your life, this is your learning to make and take and the Creator knows what it is doing. I can only sit back and close my eyes and pray that it works out for the best for you.

Our gay adventures.

Back from trip...happy to be back. Prairies are beautiful and serene but they are not the ocean and mountains. Travelling twelve-thirteen days in a car with a friend is a test of anyones friendship indeed...especially when you get older and set in your independant ways. We've bickered and realized that it was just hard to have your "freedom" curtailed by another always "there"..unless that "other" is a romantic partner but even then they each need their own space at times. I learnt my tolerance and intolerance. Thankyou for taking me along Barry. I love you as always..your friend, B.
ps. I think Barry and me will be the only ones to get the title of this post. :)

whatever feeds your spirit

Whatever feeds your spirit and harms none is valuable. Whatever piece of art, gesture,natural scene, food,colour,music, words that brings light to you..that nourishes that light within you is valuable. Never worry that someone may find what you love, what brings you joy is in bad taste, corny,crass, or cheap. It is your own spirit that decides if something feeds it..if something brings it more light. Cherish these things but never form attachments to them. Be free. All attachments are like children, eventually they need to be let go...gifted to the universe. Always strive for light and love and freedom of your spirit. Any strong attachment will drag you down as well....love it and let it go. All things that bring us joy and pleasure but allow us to be free are good things...feed your soul. Be strong in what you love and trust the creator that that which feeds you is what nourishes you. Be fed and then let it go to do its work for others. Share your joy with those that are open to it. Never force your joys upon another...but have them there incase they also want to be nourished. Never question your joys that harm no one and no thing. Play.

I'm on a yahoogroup that right now is embroiled in constant bickering. Now I'm not adverse to some squabbles as people generally are trying to figure things out and it is a real struggle through process which can get frustrating. However....when people are just concerned with "winning" making others stop talking back, making sure they save "face" and don't look weak..this is where that old trickster-devil ego makes his appearance. The belief that we are separate..that we might be all alone and need to protect our views...the idea that if we look weak others will beat on us...the idea of control that you MUST protect or chaos shall rule...is just a lie. Let it go. Know that people change opinions on things..that people grow no matter how long it may take or how many lifetimes! have a little faith that we can disagree and that it's not the end of the world. Know that your friends will stay your friends...and your false face friends may leave dependant on which way the wind blows. Know what matters. It doesn't matter if you "win" or if someone else does. The only thing that matters is that we grow....we are honest with ourselves truly and that you have the self-esteem to be able to look like a complete prat and laugh along with others at the learning process. Strutting around puffing your chest out ...or slapping the ruler down on a youngsters hand does little but makes you look like your own importance matters more than anything. Be brave enough to lose, be brave enough to learn something, be brave enough for peace and love to matter and faith in the learning process matter MORE..than anything else. Just my advice and opinion. I try to follow my own advice...don't always attain it...but I do try. Blessings.

Hot

It's freakin' hot!!!

that is all.

My boyfriends father

I met my boyfriends father in 2006 in San Diego California. Harry is a remarkable person, not only a Nobel Prize winner but in his eighties, still working as a Professor in a University. I took to Harry right away with his gentle humour based on puns, his joy of life, his interest in learning and music and best of all his close relationship with his son, my boyfriend. I think we had a mutual admiration society there..and it continues now. Harry told me that he considers me his honorary daughter and I beamed at that. I didn't have the best relationship with my ex-in-laws and was not expecting a beautiful thing to happen with Harry...but was happily surprised that it did. Thanks Harry, thanks for giving me another father to send father's day cards to...to be embraced by another family in such acceptance and love and for giving me such a beautiful boyfriend as well! Happy "early" Father's day. love Ravy

Goodbye May

Goodbye dear May....I'll miss you. I've enjoyed your new blossoms, that indecisiveness in regards to weather, and your increasing sunlight. You're going out and your sister June is coming in....she's a bit warmer, a bit more experienced and somewhat more showy but I'll always love you best. See you next year.

Morning and Rain

It's morning and it's raining out and I am so happy!

It's May and everything is growing...my body feels very healthy...I'm in love...I have food and life is good.

Just look at that life giving rain! We live in a rainforest and we need this for our way of life. Everything is sensual and dancing and I am giddy with life.

Be happy for all that you have, for all the creator bestows upon us! You are in this school which means you're to be applauded...you are taking a tough but rewarding road to enlightenment..so please do feel good about yourself and all those beings around you also on this journey.

Outside a seagull just called his friends to food he has found..even he is happy today! This is a good life...treat it with respect and get the most out of it. May you live every day of your life.

Love to all readers,Ravynwolfe

Things I've learnt in 47 years.

I've learnt that you should not worry if you can't cry at a loved one's passing. Your way of expressing or not expressing is your own. There is no way to properly grieve. Don't put that kind of pressure on yourself no matter what people say.

I've learnt that nothing is better than a good friend, be it four legged,winged or two legged. A really good friend, ie: one that loves you unconditionally, one that is loyal will be there when no one else is.

I've learnt that many men can't resist free p***y but it takes someone really special to be strong and honest. I've learnt that many relationships repeat patterns unless you learn to stay with someone and work on it. We all can get lazy...want to go off and find a new toy that doesn't have us working hard on it....but after a few months, the same "stuff" crops up. Work on your happiness...from within. Figure out what you really want and work on it.

I've learnt that we sometimes treat those closest to us with less respect than strangers. Keep respect for your loved ones. See these loved ones as human beings and individuals..not just extensions of your life and your show.

I've learnt that so many things we restrict ourselves from don't hurt anyone at all and we do this because we are worried about what others think. Be your authentic self..not a copy of someone else or someone "safe" . Be yourself and be courageous to show that loving self. The creator made a variety of flowers for the beauty and diversity of this world. We can't all be roses and nor should we. How boring would that be?

I've learnt that it's silly how we follow fashion trends to a ridiculous point ..for example : wearing bell bottoms is so old and laughable and then bell bottoms are wonderful and hip! okay folks...what just changed to make this so? Designers saying so. Are we all sheep? Be your own creation.

I've learnt that humour is never worth hurting someone's feelings...nor is taking oneself so seriously that you can't laugh at yourself. The world is funny...even when it's horrible..it can be funny...it all depends on how you see it.

I've learnt that just because someone is critical of someone behind their back to a close trusted friend, that doesn't mean that the criticizer wants to hurt the person. Some people just need to vent but still can love somebody they vent about.

I've learnt that I can be wrong constantly and love learning this and striving to become better.

I've learnt that so many people judge a person based on age ...that I can understand why so many folks lie about their age or just don't admit it. How would you like to be 47...look 34 and have people all of a sudden treat you differently..or just stop flirting with you because they think you are passed it? How irritating is that? I do it too and have to learn to stop that.

I've learnt that ego and fear are the cause of 99% of the negativity in life.

I've learn that love is the most important thing. Approach all with love and honesty..to yourself and others. Have patience that people learn and grow as the years go by and holding grudges against anyone is too heavy a burden. If a person gives you nothing BUT grief...kindly let them go from your life but always have patience first and give people a chance. Who here is perfect?

I've learnt to value myself and my spirit. Have a great day all. Share your learnings with others.

If you are against the seal hunt.

If you are against the sealhunt...then I hope you are also against factory farmed animals, dairy and egg industry as well. To be against one thing because it causes pain and not others seems rather hypocritical to me. Chickens,fish,bulls,cows,pigs are all in pain in factory farms...and so are the seals .....all are used for food and other parts of the body. I eat very little meat. I hope someday to become a vegan or just eat hunted animals that are killed with respect . Why? becuase it is better first off for the environment ...second it is kinder and more respectful and third it is healthier. I am not saying anything about me being morally superior ...no one is...but we can't go around screaming at the seal hunt without taking into consideration all the factory farmed animals. Eating just eggs....factory farms usually kill off male chicks.....eating dairy causes male cattle to be killed off early as veal ....the intelligence of the animals has no basis for why we eat or not. They have intelligence to be who they are..as do we. If you eat meat or not...please just be very cognizant of hypocrisy that's all.

I'm a romantic

I don't know what it is about me but I love to have the flirt, the twinkle in someone's eye, hoping that someone has seen me and thinks I'm cute on Craigslist missed connections...etc. why? I guess I am just a romantic. Something about these things really puts a lift in your foot step and makes you sort of giddy in a gentle way all day. I love my boyfriend and his focus is great...but I just like to be liked. I guess most people do. What do I do with the flirts? Nothing..I smile, I say thankyou...I don't lead anyone on ...I'm adult enough to not do that to anyone but it is like a wee gift that someone gives you that makes your world a bit more beautiful. Flirts etc. don't have to mean more than just what they are...a flirt. They don't have to promise more than just what they are. If I was single or back in my open relationship that I used to be in ..I might do something about it but for now..I just take it in and smile and giggle. Guys? tell a woman she is beautiful, girls? tell a guy he is gorgeous! just don't promise more than that...unless you really want to....you will make somebodies day I swear! Have a great flirty day. :)

The town I grew up in

I"m just about ready to leave the town I grew up in once again to make that journey back to Victoria BC. Mum still lives here...she's flea jumped to a few houses and condos since I've grown up and away and right now it's a lovely two bed townhouse up for sale....220,000 she's hoping to get for it. Anyhoo...it's a lovely day in May and the Dogwoods are all in bloom. In mum's backyard we see many a bobbing robin staking out his territory and the cherry tree heavy with pink explosions of blossoms. Oh dear...now the floor has just been sprayed and swiffered (lookieloos coming to day with real estate agent) and I am asked to wait until the floor dries to move. So here I sit. I don't relish this floor cleaner smell ....ick. Laundry is slowly churning away in the dryer and we are going out for pizza soon. I'd rather smell pizza than floor cleaner. Silly thing to say really...I mean who wouldn't? Anyway....almost off to home. I miss my birds terribly and hope they survived my four day absence. I leave their cage doors open so they have free flight with appropriate perch spots covered with newspaper ofcourse and I've set up Sophies bridge-stairway back to her cage if she falls (she can't fly you see..she only falls and bounces)so I hope she is especially okay. For mum's sake I hope her home sells...but I will miss her being so close. She will move to Calgary if it does sell..to be closer to her boyfriend. I can understand the problems of long distance relationships for sure. Anyway...not much to say at the moment...just using time whilst I wait for the floor to dry. Listened to poprad podcast once again and laughed. Those two British men are so funny ..one who hosts and one who is the guest that is. You can find it attached to Eric Wiltshers blog and/or Leigh Banks. Have a listen if you want some jolly fun!! Any ways...seems like it's drier now so off I go..lunch and pizza soon!!!! Have a great Friday!

On mother's day

My first foray into this subject starts with me apologizing not for only being a 9lb baby but having a big head which really must have given mum a lot to scream about pushing me out. So Sorry mum.
My mother has shared many things with me growing up...from picking berries together, to baking bread and making doughmen, to being fitted for handmade clothing and to looking at the old photos together.
I've been lucky to have this close friendship with my mother that embraces both mother and friend simultaneously ....which has brought me to feeling like her mother at times in fierce protectiveness to arguing a teen point to an adult and losing. She and I have shared so many laughs...so much conversation and shared secrets that I consider myself very lucky to have her in my life. Right now I am being tested in learning how to let go and let my mum make her own mistakes or lessons ....and it is not easy. I want to protect...I want to play the daughter card but I can't. My mum deserves the right as does anyone especially at her age ...to keep on learning...to fall down and pick herself up. I can only support her in any way I can. I ask God/des s to give me strength to love and let go....to have the faith that all things happen as they should. I love you mum. I wish you joy and happiness and the realization of all your dreams mum. Happy Mothers day.

You make your own life

My life can be whatever I want it to be. I can imagine it into existance...manifestation is our birthright by spirit. We always have this with us but have so so long ago ceased to believe in our co-creative powers. We do not have to connect into that paradigm that says "world is harsh, money is not there, people are cruel" . I'm working on believing in my own power. Some days are better than others. If I decide to not give into the mindset of "watch all the news" "don't get caught off guard" "don't hide your head like the proverbial ostrich"....why does this concept threaten some? If to be in the know of all the terrible things happenning in the world....do I add to it by believing that it is real? Can I not manifest my own reality? sure we are not an island..that goes without saying. One must be strong enough to withstand the mindsets of others and to focus on the prize. Everything that happens is for a reason...everything is a lesson and how we each individually and as a whole react to each lesson is what matters. Think of Jesus. Here is an exceptional being that was so sure of his higher self that it was stronger than many around him. He would manifest enough loaves and fishes when many thought he could not..he could walk on water when others feared for his life. This is a lesson folks! this is what we can do if we have faith as real and sure as even a small mustard seed. You know the seed is there..you know you can do things to the seed...and what may happen...that is what it is all about...KNOWING...getting past the hoping or thinking and into gnosis. Asking yourself if it is ego or knowing by the method of elimination until you cannot be anymore honest with yourself. Understood...ego aka the adversary does want to live...to thrive...we have made it king. We have manifested this falsehood ourselves and now we have made it into all the layers that surround us like an onion. Stop it. be honest...be loving and let those layers peel away until you reach the center which is nothing and everything at once. The centre.....the kingdom of heaven is within you...so says that famous scripture. I am learning. I am not THERE yet...I have much to go but I am happy that I believe I am on the right track. Create your own life. Don't fall into the structures that everyone else builds for you.....take control of your own life. Be free.

feathered children

Pictured at left is Tori and Sophie.

I love my feathered children. Right now the Budgies are sitting together watching me type and the Lovebird is sitting on the top of the cage preening. There is such a calmness about them . Sophie the hen budgie is tolerating Ollie (the cock budgie) nicely lately. Sometimes she can't stand when Ollie is near her. It's interesting. Tori the Lovebird regurgitates and feeds Sophie the Budgie....Ollie the Budgie regurgitates and feeds Tori the Lovebird (male). No one feeds Ollie (well ofcourse except me with seeds.) Ollie is a bird that loves to sing and is a very sweet bird...totally close to Tori and follows him whereever they fly. Sophie gets nervous whenever Tori is near her (except when Tori wants to feed her) because she cannot fly (she is what is known as a Runner) and when Tori comes very aggressively at her she sometimes falls off the cage onto the floor! Tori tells me when it is time to go to bed by banging toys in his cage, flying inches from my face and sometimes landing on me when I am in my bed. Tori also tells me when he needs a bath by trying to bathe in Sophies water dish. I then bring out a larger water dish for Tori to bathe in. Sophie hangs near the bathing Tori and gets sprayed as Tori shakes and wiggles. Ollie never bathes. Ollie seems clean..but I don't understand why he never wants to bathe. Anyway..they are my little loves. Tori the Lovebird is turning 9 in July , Ollie the cock budgie is turning 7 and Sophie the hen budgie is turning 4. Just thought I'd share.

A witch and a gay guy walk into a bar.....

sometime in the near future I will be going on a two week road trip with my good friend of 33 years. We are heading into a very conservative small town in Saskatchewan....a witch and a gay guy. We have vowed to be on the lookout for pitchforks! This will be an interesting trip to be sure. I am using part of this trip (a big part) as a photographic and video taking journey. I can imagine I will have pic after pic of grain elevators and barns and plenty of big sky and canola but I do hope to capture small town Canada...the oddities and joys..life. I suspect we will exercise our laughing muscles almost too much ..our singing out loud in the car muscles and our getting on each others nerves muscles and loving every minute of it. We've known each other through our late teens,into the twenties and coming out, into my marriage and separation, his first boyfriend, into my father's passing and his mother and fathers passing and into his own quadruple bypass. He is my biggest fan, my comic doppleganger and my dearest friend and I am his I would suspect. I'm glad he is in my life. Here's to you Barry. cheers.

Sorry Faeries

I was waiting for a bus and noticed right behind me was this lot that contained an old derelict house ready to be torn down..and just some trees and flowers and grass popping up all wild and beautiful. I am struck by the beauty of this nature making a barren place look so wonderful and glorious. The fae were at work here...attaching the matter to the etheric blueprint of each growing thing...lively in the sunbeams and happy. I took pictures and a bit of a video and as I was doing so a man came up to me and asked me if I thought it would be okay for him to pick flowers. Being an honest person I thought, well I don't own this place and it probably would be..so I told him that it would most likely be okay to pick, flowers.

I regretted these words because as he left to do so..I felt guilt at what he would now be doing..ripping flowers out..flowers that were once growing lovely..now being killed. I frowned as I saw him holding bunches of bluebells. "You know ,said I....you will get the faeries upset by ripping out bluebells". He said " I don't believe in faeries" and then added "I am a faery". I told him that I did believe in faeries. The communication sort of ended there and I just got irritated that I had a part in causing this. My apologies to the fae. The man did it for beauty appreciation and perhaps to show love to another. At least there was a good point to this and he didn't just rip them out for no reason. I still felt badly though. I know the fae understand doing something for love reasons...but still.

last one for now!

and again

continuing with Butchart

more Butchart Garden pics.

Pictures of Butchart in April 2009

Swine Flu prevention

Wash your hands constantly. Stay away from crowds. If you sneeze do it into your arm . Spray your doorknobs with Lysol or whatever else kills germs and viruses. Keep healthy. Get your sleep and don't run yourself ragged. Good luck!

Just be nice.

Just be nice. Ask yourself...am I loving or am I all about my ego and kicking someone when they are down? Will that ripple that I begin come around and bite me in the ass? put yourself in their shoes, look into their eyes....Don't go around expecting an immediate pay back for all the good you do..know that it will come in due time....Just be nice.

Live streaming eagle cam.

Eagle cam on my blog now. This eagle nest is in Sidney...just an hours drive or less north of Victoria BC. The eagle pair have three babies..all in gray down still as of April 24th. Very nice to be able to see this. Life is good.

Face

Face back to normal now...and with my sweetie too!

Good news?

So lately I hear spiritually inclined folks talk about not watching the nightly news..that energy focused on negativity inherent in most news manifests more negativity in the world. I do think about that. I mean, we can't be doing that ostrich mythos of putting our head in the sand can we? It might be naive to think that one can actually bypass all the negativity in this world ...it's on computers,radios, newspapers and in the talk of your friends. It would be worth a try however...to divert ones eyes from unpleasantness...to manifest a beautiful world based on one believing that there is only good out there. It sounds so space cadet but why poo-poo something without giving it a try? Do we manifest what we focus on? Supposedly this "secret" which hasn't been a secret to most pagan folks is worth attempting. Maybe this is one way I can help all? If I just scream and moan about a bad situation and not give one ounce of help to it except to send on the info to another person who just screams and so on and so forth...can good come of it? perhaps..perhaps by bringing it to someone who CAN do something about it...but there will always be those people doing that. Maybe my job for awhile will be to focus on good and only good and manifest that moreso? Maybe that is one small way I can help ? Just thinking.

two pics for Oriana..just because

ants revisited.

So again, I tell the ants if they don't leave my home in the next 24 hours that I would accept their being there as indication that they want to go to the great ant farm in the sky. I noticed them trying to eat one little honey nut cheerio that I left out for them. Yes I know what you're thinking....she leaves food out and wonders why she gets ants! No..there was nothing much that I could see them eating...I put a cheerio up there just to be nice. They all circled the cheerio and we're having a real hootenanny but it didn't slake their thirst...so I poured what was left of my blueberry juice (a scant lid ful) and left it for them. I came back in a few hours and ten ants had committed hara kiri in the juice!! actually they went to drink and fell in I suppose. Interesting way to go. Death by juice.

my face

Uhm..incase anyone wonders looking at my facebook link on this page and what the heck I have going on with my face..I just did a little fun drawing and made myself a big old puddytat. heehee. Ravy

bold statements

All though I do understand the need for psychics to make strong statements of "is" when they talk about spirituality...saying it that way creates less of the second guessing habit that plagues people in their early psychic growth....When a psychic is not speaking with that particular "hat" on ....and says things of "statement" without anything to back it up for proof...it bugs me..it bugs me a lot. A woman totally just negated something I had said about orbs...not with any proof...but with her opinion on orbs and why I was wrong. Problem is...she said it as "truth"..not "possible truth" It's like someone running roughshod over your beliefs...your own take on something.

Burning dandelions

Today I walk by a neighbour doing something odd to plants in his lawn..I said hello..and he smiled and looked where I was looking and said "it's better for the environment" . I was thinking how much it stunk, how much it hurt those poor dandelions and why people are so intent on having this lawn that looks like velvet... So unreal...so neutered. Sigh..I don't know. Yeah better for the environment I suppose.

Thinning

the instructions on my seeds all say...after a bit of growth thin plants so that the weakest plants are taken off giving more room to the strongest.
I can't do that.

Yup you heard me folks. I can't just pull out a little baby from its womb of earth and toss it in the compost because the other one needs more room. Maybe my plants will fight it out themselves. I just can't kill something for living too close to another. I shall try and plant just one seed per pot....it's taking a chance I know but i bothers me less. The good folk are happier with me when I do this.

Oh and what constitutes a weed? isn't a weed just a plant that you don't want? That's another toughy for me. I can pull weeds if they seem to be choking another plant to death but just growing? No. Think about how Dandelions are maligned! these lovely plants that give us leaves to eat in salads, heads to make into wine, roots to make into a brew...and also help keep us healthy...detoxed etc. We pull these little yellow buttons out as if they are evil. I appreciate you Dandelion....I do indeed.

Easter, Passover, Assumptions.

My boyfriend is ..by culture of his ancestors, Jewish. He does not follow the religion and was brought up in a non-practising household as well. Once as a teen he dabbled in Christianity but that didn't hold him. His religion..for all intents and purposes..is veganism.
Since his last name is very very Jewish sounding...people assume right off that he must be Jewish. Well yes...in a sense yes. If they asked me his religion..I would not say Jewish....if they asked me his heritage..I would. I've learnt over the years to not refer to him as Jewish. He is not a self-loathing Jew or anything like that...but he does not like to be painted into a religious tradition that he feels nothing for nor is practising. I don' blame him. I hesitate to even playfully say "Happy Passover" because I know I will get a "sigh". I guess he's just had it so much in his life that he gets tired of it. The pressure to be a certain religion and to be expected to know all about it by others can be quite the assumption. He never even had his bar-mitzvah so according to the Jewish faith he would still be considered..at the ripe old age of 45...to be boy..not a man. It is kind of funny to have his goy girlfriend use yiddish terms around him or tell him when certain Jewish holidays are! but again...we don't need stereotypes...we don't need to pidgeon hole people into certain labels just because of their ancestry either. I guess I was just delighted when I first found out what his heritage is because I find it a rich culture and I'm very interested in cultures...but the newness is wearing off (after seven years) and I'm getting over it ...LOL. His family culture is not mine to play with. Sigh. ;) No one likes the pressure to be something they are not. I remember dating a guy and he said to me on the first date "how about you go and get some of your witchy clothes on?"....as if I was supposed to have this vast closet of witchy costumes to wear for him to get a thrill. Okay boyfriend...yes...thinking about it..I can see how that would be very irritating. Sorry.

Today

Today the world is beautiful.
Other days I simply have blinders on.
Enjoy your day.

Ravynwolfe

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VPSC

I just added a new button down the right hand side of my blog to join my Victoria Pagan Social Club on yahoogroups. This club is for people in Victoria or who can make the monthly get togethers in Victoria BC...to just have a social time..drinking coffee and discussing things. If you are pagan or pagan friendly...and live or visit the town of Wiccatoria frequently..then please consider joining! No rituals are done in this group. This is purely social. Blessings Ravynwolfe.

On being a Shaman

It is not an easy task to be a shaman. One has to be very strong mentally and emotionally and then physically. A true Shaman can keep a foot in each world almost equally and by that I mean he/she can function well in two or more dimensions. Many people who fancy being shamen are not always grounded enough to be practical. Many may be going through their shaman sickness to become a shaman at a future date but not a shaman just yet. One cannot just call themselves shaman and have it be so. You can be practising at being a shaman or walker/traveller what have you...but it is up to others whether you truly are or not. If you have come to a place where you are okay ...don't have to be rich or what have you (I've seen and heard of plenty of materially poor shamen)but okayand with a firm grip on this dimension as well as the ability to travel the web by merging their attention to it then they may be a shaman.Then again we have those on a trickster path who may look off their rocker butare very firmly connected to their earth root. We can't assume just by looking at someone...they too may be going through their "sickness" which is a kind of death and rebirth process that can take anywhere from a day to decades.I was just thinking about the strength it takes to follow this path and thought I'd yak again. Blessings Ravy

Depersonalization and Autism etc.

There is so much stress in todays world and we have fooled ourselves into thinking we can all handle it. I find more and more people are escaping within their own bodies. I see people letting all connections to this earth plane go except one tenuous thread. We can't just run away for there is no way to go so we scramble to one small part of ourselves...or outside of ourselves within another dimension just to escape the stress. I wonder at the rise in autism,aspergers,and depersonalization. Who wouldn't want to leave this world once in awhile? We try and protect our children from seeing horrid images but think we are immune to it. It all affects us. We handle it in a different way but horrid images and words and thoughts do affect us. Perhaps we need to parent ourselves more, realize how shielded one must learn to be to be fully grounded in this world. I feel this strongly. Protect yourself and shield yourself and the best way is to stay healthy both physically and mentally, get your rest, visualize and manifest protection around you and know that we are made in the creators image that the creator only has good for us and if we know this...truly know this...we will survive intact. Love to you all, Ravynwolfe

Michael Dunahee

In 1991 I was living with my ex very close to the park that Michael Dunahee was last seen at. I remember one evening late I heard this woman in the park out my window yelling "Michael!!!" and I thought..why would someone's kid be out at this time of night? I was vaguely irritated. The next morning I awoke to hearing helicopters buzzing the area and after the third or fourth buzz I thought..I wonder if it has anything to do with that lady yelling for her kid last night? Then I turned on the news and heard that this little boy had been snatched in broad daylight during a baseball game. It was just an instant and then he was gone. I remember voluntarily looking for him in the neighbourhood as did many folks. It has been 18 years. The yearly walk for him goes on....the point being made for parents to be very watchful..more so than they already are. I wonder about him..if he's still with us...but I don't think so. If you are out there Michael...if you are...
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michael_Dunahee

beautiful people

There are so many beautiful people in the city where I live. There is beauty both inside and outside of beings. There is the beauty that is painted on and the beauty that is in the canvas itself. Since becoming a photograper, I've noticed beauty much more in everything that is. I've seen beautiful poses intentional and not...I've seen beautiful actions and reactions, I've learnt to love anyone who smiles..seeing their expression change so dramatically from keep away! to Hug me!! I now find it hard to find ugliness. Oh yes...it is still out there but the beauty of the ordinary ..the dance that is being alive distracts me somewhat and I thank that.

Ants

Why are you in my house ants? I've been telling you that I have to be able to clean etc. and have been warning you that your staying to this morning is your agreement to maybe be killed in a horrid spray of disinfectant. I've been hiding food well...but I forgot the sugar bowl. How interesting to find you all in there having a party. Now I know I don't need a lot of sugar..so thankyou for that, but really I don't eat much in the way of sprinkled on sugar so no need really to be so thoughtful. I address the overlighting spirit of the ant to please take your beings outside to the yard....I ask you this with the greatest of respect and concern. I'm just one woman, trying to keep a tidy home with the least killing possible! please heed my call. Thankyou.

as Kind as one might treat strangers

I resolve to treat my boyfriend as kindly and with regard to his feelings as I might treat complete strangers. I resolve to not take him for granted..thinking he will always be there so why try harder?..I resolve to always think of him as a human being first and a boyfriend second. My boyfriend is not just a player in the story of Ravy, my boyfriend is his own person and I will always be cognizant of that. This man has proven to me that he can be trusted...totally. I am going to learn to trust my boyfriend, totally. Some women may say..oh that's not right...but I don't want to live my life with cynicism. I want to believe that some people can be totally trusted. I've made that commitment myself, I want to believe that others can do this too. I was going to say "if".....I don't want to believe in that "if" even. This is me today. March 25/2009.

Fertile!

One flower stands overpollinated in a field ; what wondrous things will she create today? Bring beauty ...be it in action....art or emotion....bring beauty today to those that will behold. When beauty is beheld..it produces beauty which produces beauty which produces beauty...Every fertile thought produces thought, every action, reaction and action. Energy is never still but goes onward in circles and ripples. We can make mountains move if we have as sure and real belief as a small mustard seed....the size never matters but that our belief be sure as sure as what we could hold in our hands and eyes..that kind of sureness. Humanity has no idea how powerful we are..that we are indeed made in Gods image..be your God the likeness of Jesus or Buddha or Jehovah or Kwan Yin...we are the microcosm of that macrocosm. Be fruitful and multiply your creations!!! creation is love and love is creation!!! We have too long believed in the lie of separation, the lie of powerless, the lie of God being "over there" and not within and around. Who is this ego we call Satan, we call doubt, we call aloneness? Why do we support that life?
Know how wondrous we are. Know how we are never without God.

Tomorrow Butchart Gardens?

Tomorrow I may be off to Butchart again. Last time I was there was October. I missed her winter but am going to see her first few days of spring. A pass really was worth it..both from an economical point of view but from what I get photographically! This place hums with fae activity. They feed off the joy and awe and serenity that people push out around their bodies . I see many strings going back and forth. I'm blissful today. All good things around me are sent by the God/dess. Blessed bees!!!! buzz buzz

I teach by example

I teach by example of what to do and what not to do. Wearing a mirror ,I show you yourself...your many selves. I am on an upside down path searching for someone to hold onto...learning to trust in the almighty ONE.

wash through

I lay down upon the earth, ready. Looking up at the sky I grow dizzy. Such a large expanse of no boundary, no marker of what is up or down or in or out. I grow dizzy and close my eyes readying myself.
Then it begins.

I feel a light patter of rain dropping on my eyelids, my lip, my chin and following that comes a torrent. Rain beats against my forehead....my shirt and pants. Rain soaks into my pores and goes deeper. Rain flows thorugh my heart,bones and liver, carrying the grey much of my sadnesses, my angers, my frustration out into the soil beneath me. Each gathering of drops grabs the last bits of dark and heavy and carries it out to go into mothers waiting hands. Mother takes it and transforms it into light Something happens in this process...I feel sleepy. I'd think I'd feel more energized but I feel sleepy so after getting up and cleaning off...I go and sleep. My body smells of fresh soil and I dream of flowers. When I wake up ...I am transformed. I am so full of light that I want to cry...but I don't. I laugh. then eat and go on with my day.

Cherry tree spirits

So I went walking past the cherry tree and stopped because I felt something grab my attention. I looked at cherry to see small beings clamouring about and then watched as one around a foot tall strode up to me questioningly. It had the look of a small boy almost...but asked me without using a mouth if I could see him. Yes I can see you I said...I'm just watching and nice to meet you. I don't want to interfere with your work..so nice meeting you I said..and I walked on. I looked back to see him still watching me before he turned back and melted into the tree..first as a shapeless light and then vanishing. The cherry was just in pre-blossom state and had a rosiness to it's tips and was positively purring (?). Purring trees...LOL fancy that. I had to stomp my feet, hard, to ground myself more and carry on with my walk-jog. It was one of those very trancey days for me. I guess the earbuds with Prokofiev blaring in my ears didn't help my mindfulness. *grin* Must do more walks without accompaning mp3 player to hear the wind and trees talk more.

Holding light in ones hand

Ever try to hold light in your hand? you can't. Light goes where it wants to go..you can push light...you can't stop light. You CAN direct light but still..you can't force it. Where light needs to go..it will go...if not right away..eventually. I once tried to force light into a box..the box was not open so nothing penetrated. The box was not translucent or transparant..so the light just danced around on the outside waiting. The light had to have some patience for the way to be made open to it. Some thought the light was something else...some were afraid of it...some were suspicious of it..some thought it came cloaked in Raven's trickery...perhaps to the last ...maybe. No one knows when Raven or how Raven delivers light. Eventually the light just left a calling card and went home to wait until the box opened and the light was searched for. You really can't force light. That's what I've learnt.

holding hands under the border.

When we were children, we'd just play and explore. I'd see you all brown and toasty and you'd see me in varying degrees of pink and red in the summer and ultra white in winter. We'd share, we'd run and make forts and giggle and hide. We'd share our drawings, our pets our longings and desires for our future. As we got older something took hold and we were less free...still friends but more self conscious....I tried to learn your ways and tried to be sensitive to your hurts and history. I just wanted a sharing again ..something I guess I felt being slowly pulled away in increments so small I couldn't really feel it at first. Growing older we went our ways and adulthood with all of its politics and divisions has separated us even further and all I want is to be in that same place I was in elementary school...sharing. There is such wisdom in childhood...such baring of the soul and we have surely lost that somehow......I want it back. I want it back. Me and you sitting in the kitchen eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and laughing.

Intolerance to other ideas

I'm always amazed at those out there without tolerance for a different way of seeing things. For instance:

People were talking about how there is a class system in Canada. I personally didn't believe that "class" was the best word for it. I see Class as indicative of character-traits of being kind or unkind. No no they said..we mean a division.. a socio-economic line etc. they said. I said I don't see it that way. I see it as those having more or less money but add the word "class" and it always conjures up images of "less thans, more thans" "better and worse thans" "snobbery etc. They then stated "well just because you think it that way doesn't mean others do...and boy are you naive! " oh yes and obtuse one woman said.

I never said that there was no division of people in the country on economic lines I said...I just don't see it that way personally due to the word class being used. One woman had a perfect snit because her way of seeing it was the only one allowed and she was to quote a friend "a dog with a bone". She totally missed out the part where I said "yes the country is divided on economic lines...BUT " Amazing. She threw a few more ad hominems at me and then stopped. I told her "I love you too" and left it there. Sheesh. You know one first nations person said once "you white people bludgeon the meaning of a word until there's nothing left..it's my way or the high way" .....now taking away the generalization of all white people , those words spoke in my head when I was being harangued.

Sometimes I really get tired.

Faeries frolicking!

Faeries are frolicking all over my trees in the front yard! Something is going on obviously..I think they are just waking some of the trees up...helping the energy to flow towards all the limbs. So much quickness! It's a joy to watch. Blues,whites,and light green blurring colours all winking on and off in a rhythm....it's wonderful. Grass fae are moving relatively slower, vibrating bands of colour glowing on and off. Cheers. Spring is coming. Whoopity Scoorie!!!!

Ravy's tips for good hair if you have naturally curly hair.

I often get asked if my hair is natural...colour and curl...yup. I have also been asked what I do to get my hair to be the way it is. My hair tends to form natural ringlets as it dries. I will now tell what I do to get my hair to do what it does. Attention! this is for women or men with natural curly...hedging on dry..hair.

Brush out your hair only once a week.

Rinse your hair with water (as in a shower) six days a week.

Don't comb it out with a comb or your fingers..resist that urge and leave it alone!!

Once a week give your hair a good brushing and then shampoo and a good moisturizing conditioner.

every other day use a leave in hair product such as a silicone based hair serum or treatment after your shower.

Let hair dry naturally.

Trim ends only when you see splits. (this is if you have long hair and want to keep it long).

So it goes kinda like this:

Friday - brush-shampoo-conditioner-treatment/product

Saturday- just water-treatment/product

Sunday - just water

Monday-water and treatment/product

Tuesday - water

Wednesday -water and treatment/product

Thursday- just water

Friday - see above friday and do it all over again.

that's more or less what I do. For those who have to wash daily ..this might seem gross not to wash your hair for a week but believe me..with my hair I could be on an island for ten days without shampooing and my hair still wouldn't look too greasy. Some folks need to wash daily..some don't.

Yes it's a superficial post but why not?

Ravy

coffee house

wait for it...wait for it.....Yes! it's the martyrs whine for today folks! Tonight is my monthly pagan coffee house that my group holds. Since I am the one that began all of this on our group I do feel a sense of "should" to be there...despite the fact that many times no one shows up or just one. Let me get this off my chest now. This is not easy for me. It may look easy..but if you really truly know me, this is not easy. I go because I don't want any newbies to wonder why I put out a notice of an event then don't show up myself. I wonder if some folks think, oh Ravy will be there so I don't need to show up...I wonder... Anyways it something I do and I often hope that I meet someone new or at least one of my closest friends shows up so it's not a total washout. I love to curl up in a warm cozy chair with a hot mug of steaming coffee...little whispy trails of steam curling about my nose..ah bliss...but it's best when you can talk to at least one other person. I look around at those with the laptops..those in small couples ..heads together whispering and shooting furtive glances about. Maybe I'll bring a book. Books are always safe havens to hide in when you are left to just the voices in your head entertaining you. Sigh. Okay I admit it, I'm moaning and coming off as a poor baby but hey if you can't rant on a blog where CAN you rant?

eight babies

Hate to bring this overdone topic into the hallowed halls of Blogspot...but the mother of those octuplets is one thing..the babies are another. The Babies are here so time to put away yea or nay comments on whether it was smart or not or good or not and focus on those wee little ones. Tender little hearts borne into a world that wants to fillet their mum, how wonderful for them. I wish her success and that many many people help her and the kids to thrive. One of these babies may cure cancer someday. Welcome little ones, the world is more beautiful than you know just yet. You'll see.

Some new pentagram products new at Twonk!

I'm happy. I just created some new pentagram hats, caps, and tshirts,tanks at my Twonk store on Cafepress. I love the pink hat especially! ooh I'm happy. Come take a look if you want.
http://www.cafepress.com/TWONK.365844754
Ravy

Happy 50th

Just wanted to wish my sis-in-law Heather a very happy 50th birthday! You've been a wonderful wife to my brother,daughter-in-law to my mum, mother to my nephew and niece,grandmother to my great niece,and friend to me. Thankyou for happy shopping trips , family get togethers, pots and pots of coffee and the music of your laughter. I am very happy and proud to call you sister in law. You're 50 today which really just means 30 with twenty years of experience since no one is really over 30..not REALLY. Have a great one. hugs, Bren

re: Snowball

I couldn't help but put her/him? up . This video makes me laugh and fills me with joy. Head banging Cockatoo...LOL.

Snowball the dancing Cockatoo

courage to be kind

I don't understand purposely hurtful people. I don't understand the need to distance yourself from unpleasant ideas by hurting some symbol of said unpleasant idea. I don't understand people putting down race,size,gender,sexuality,intelligence,taste,money or lack thereof,religion or spirituality. I don't understand assumptions before one finds the truth. I don't understand one- upmanship or letting someone know that you are vulnerable at times. What human being hasn't been vulnerable at times?
You know...I do understand why people do these things..and that is fear..fear of something. I guess I should say...I don't understand why people CHOOSE to be hateful. Is being a kind human being a courageous yet odd thing to be? Is it opening up a raw tender part of yourself and saying "well here it is..you can kick me there if you want..I give you that choice"? How many of us hold back a compliment,a tender word or nicety....a positive thing for fear of looking foolish or strange or horrors! not haing it returned? Say it..say it now! all good energy should be released...as long as you are sincere it should hit its mark and resonate throughout the Universe. Just another stream of thought.

Skadis last hurrah!

Skadi says look at me people! I am here and I will not leave easily or quickly. Eostre waits in the wings...listening for her cue...tapping her foot,impatiently, whereupon flowers spring upwards only to shake the snow off their shoulders in shock." I will snow and blow and float and batter....I will claim all that is mine for the last time and let you not forget me too soon!!" Skadi declares emphatically. One more bony finger poking at us to honour that which is dead....that last hurrah before the change..the next door...the rebirthing channel that is cracking open. Do I see light on the horizon? My t-shirts are waiting...hibernating small fuzz balls of their own before they stretch and warm to the rays. Patience...she teaches me patience. Hail Skadi.

open to.

All I need is you , he said. I could have been frightened...could have said that's a lot to ask of one girl ...could have questioned his sanity....but I felt honoured. I was not secretly honoured...I smiled ,settled my gaze on one of those little bits of light in his eye and breathed him in. I shall be the Yin to your Yang....the companion to your mind and holder of your heart. We shall make prayers in bed and create little lands of hopes and dreams . Be we at rest or in motion...come with me and hold my hand. I love you.

through the door

WE are all frozen light. Better still, our bodies are frozen light and we've hooked our spirits into the earth plane . Five months in utero I decided that I had better hook strong into the earth dimension and so I did. I got used to the confinement of my mothers' womb by sleeping until birthday...it was a frightening experience. When they brought me back to compress against that familiar warmth and heart beat I settled down. Everything was so bright for my eyes. I seemed shocked into forgetfulness to my life prior to this. Oh I remembered some but everyday something left to be filled in by a new experience. Faces faded from me....words...I couldn't even find the words to say to express my needs....so pure emotive noises would have to suffice until I learned these words again. I felt a homesickness that I couldn't explain...and that homesickness still bumps up against me to this very day.

Ollie

Ollie the Budgie is focused on something and this something according to him, deserves much chatter and pecks. I'm not sure why he seems to focus on something....something shiny or something just sticking out but it seems he has to have a chirp and peck focus. Every morning he starts up a chirp storm whilst the other birds, a girl budgie and a boy lovebird, do the rare chirp just to keep in practise. I suppose Ollie is the singer of the bunch, maybe he's doing his version of saying morning prayers from a tower in the Middle East? seems he must start each day this way. I appreciate his words of happy wisdom. Greet each morning with joy, embrace the new light and all the promise of the new day! Now he is sitting on the top of my door...rather a precarious place but I do feel for any breezes (none) and no one else around to slam the door so he is safe...and he is again chirping his little birdie head off. I suppose he feels that he must spread this around and make sure that others hear him so he moves his position every now and again. I love Ollie. Good morning.

Can it be done?

I want to look at you and see a human being first. I don't want to look at you in lust. Why should this be so hard. Why does de-sexualizing make one more human to me? oh wrong choice of words. I want to drink in your beauty, I want to talk to you without any ulterior motive of flirt or maybe or should I? or what have you. I want to embrace your man self, your boy self as friend, no sex, no disregard for that healthy and creative power but to see you without that baggage. What if we should meet without our genitals? Let's put them in a pile over by the door and just sit for awhile and talk. Let's look and cuddle and play in a freedom uncluttered by eros. Is this even doable? is it possible to appreciate a beautiful sexy man without hormones taking over? I want this. I want to get to know the other half of the population and not let sex ruin it.

street fairies

I watched you sing to yourself as I waited for my ride. Earphones on....rings and things on your face you sang out loud and clear. I watched one woman wait for her ride and look at me questioningly after she looked at you briefly. We were are on Johnson...a street famed for its uniqueness, its people,its style or lack thereof and one should expect this. I took out my camera, I so wanted to snap you but didn't want to break you out of your arias...so I took rooftops and building facades and busied myself...still listening to you warble. I went home thinking about nuttiness and my town and how I envied your freedom to sing out like no one could hear. I hope you never stop feeling this freedom.
Take care.

Early fae siting

I spotted a nature being, moving around my rowan tree in the front yard. It is an overcast day and as I usually see them on bright days this is something. Gently moving around rowan as if she's smoothing the limbs upward...moving the energy? She blends with the tree energy and then separates...as I concentrate she grows more delineated. She knows I am watching but knows my heart so she continues doing her work. She slowly moves up the tree and then I can't see her anymore so I wonder if I moved out of that state of consciousness or she sped up her vibration and left? Interesting.

Today I am in expectation of something..I have that feeling that something good is going to happen but can't pin down what just yet. I'm feeling my pockets fill with money! ooooh yeah! have a great day all. Ravy

Today

Today it is raining. Well better put, this morning it is raining. I will not complain as I have no snow unlike those on the east coast. It's grey and that's okay. My birds, two budgies and a lovebird , are watching me hoping that I do something "God-like" or sing. They love when I sing because they all join in. I am drowned out by birdy voices.
I'm trying to find new stimulus for art for my shirts and/or other things. I really should toodle around town again soon and find more stores that will take my cards.
I am bugged that this cold has me loafing around and not exercising much. I want to exercise!!! okay screw the last vestiges of this cold, I'm at least going to do a little pilates today. I want to have a superstrong core. I want to be able to stop cannon balls with my abdominals. No really. Anyone being "avasted" by ye pirates will just have to pull me infront of them and yo heave ho! Okay maybe not that strong but you get my drift. Well not much else to say at the moment...right now Ollie the Budge is giving little kissy-pecks to Tori the lovebird on his beak and all is harmonious in the Moondancer home. I wish all a sunny happy morning and rest of the day. hugs and pay THAT forward.

Living my life for men

If I were to live my life for men...

I'd be thinner, fatter, less stomach,more stomach, breasts that stood up straight when I laid down, less breasts, more breasts. I'd shave my pubes, leave my pubes alone, shave my underarms, leave my underarms all furry, I'd wear deodorant,I'd leave deodorant to sit unused in my bathroom cabinet, I'd straighten my hair, leave it natural, I'd wear no makeup,less makeup or more makeup, I'd have kids, I'd be childfree, I'd be a go-getter with a great job, I'd be a go-getter with a job that made me fascinating but did not overshadow a guys job, I'd be a stay at home wife, I'd not have pets,I'd have pets, I'd wear foot and leg killing heels, I'd wear short skirts, low cut tops, Not too low cut tops, strangle my neck with a collar tops, I'd wear perfume, I'd stop wearing perfume, I'd be a great cook and housekeeper, I'd not be too domestic, I'd not be too funny, I'd not be too raunchy, I'd be one of the guys, I'd be a real lady, I'd be stupider, I'd be smarter, I'd be interested in football, I'd eat more meat, I'd eat less meat, I'd be more bisexual , I'd be a very open minded threesome minded gal!!!, I'd not be a slut, I'd not be a prude.

I love my girlfriends and the guy that loves me for who I am.

Canada

big knitted toques
a grizzily face chomping down hard on a smoke
a pair of spoons clacked together
a bent toe work boot
one scabby hockey stick alllll taped up
clunking "cups" hung on a spike
maple syrup poured on the snow.....long and steamy smoke
one fiddle..never a violin...never...
Hockey night theme
Mon Oncle Antoine
speaking cereal box french
Trudeaus sass
Stanfield underwear
that quiet grin at a Yankee gaff
Canadian content
eh?
Tim Hortons
Hudson's Bay well........once upon a time at least
our stubby bottles
Lucky Lager I remember
graveyard shift
Canadian Rye
Porridge
cocoa and pancakes and poutine
taking shoes off when you come inside
Loonies and toonies
the rocks and trees and rocks and trees and rock and trees and rocks and trees...and water

Gordon Lightfoot,The Rankins and Stompin' Tom Connors
Annie, Rita, Celine, and Burton and BTO.

These things folded into folded into folded into....

I think this cake tastes of maple.

Just streams of consciousness my friends.

boundaries once again my old friend

Seeing Salma Hayak's first reaction to a starving child ....giving it the breast...I thought it magnificent. Okay magnificent may be too large a word. I thought it loving...a quiet, instinctual loving to feed a hungry child. I've learnt to see that instinctual acts of love..whether or not they go beyond someone elses comfort boundary...are what they are...acts of love. How can we know everyone's boundary? is this not impossible? My boundaries always stand firm on hurting anyone, whether it be knowingly physically or knowingly mental/spiritually. I watch a person's expressions and try to glean if they are on the same wave length.
I remember one young woman friend of mine not wanting something "shared" with another person. I did'nt understand it. I tried to get my head there and when I asked why..instead of teaching me why , I was told that I was being too argumentative about it. Hmm. Back away Ravynwolfe...allow them time to breathe..to gather themselves. Maybe they can teach you later....hungry hungry one. My way is love and trust usually and I do want to learn your boundaries and why you have what you have and then I will try and remember them all. I am a learning,impatient 47 year old child. I don't wish to hurt. I wish to learn you and learn me more in the aftermath. I think of oak trees....going..always going forward..having something put in their path but then..after a short time...going around it...going under it...but always the energy and push to go onwards and in all of those supposed boundaries in front of her she makes a more curlicue existence and people stand back and say "my what a neat curly tree!" I'm hoping I'm seen that way sometime...more a curly tree than a rampaging river that wears down stone.
Ravynwolfe

You don't look like a Ravynwolfe

A long time ago when I told a man my name, he took one look at me and said "Ravynwolfe?" "you don't look like a Ravynwolfe" . I looked at him and sighed. He didn't get it. He didn't get it.

I remember later on a man name Lion Serpent Sun, was talking to me and showed me his tattoo...it was of a white Raven. "White Raven! ah?" he said as he elbowed me. It was nice to talk to one of "my" people. LOL.

You know, it's okay but do I really have to go the Goth route to have people say, now there's a Ravynwolfe! ? I'm not playing at this folks! :)

joined my own site?

I've joined my own site on the Google Friend connect. LOL....I don't know why..but still. LOL.

It's Saturday morning and I've just finished the last of the almond butter. I'm going the tree nut way now as it's supposedly better for you...but why is Almond butter so freakin' expensive? It's sooooo good though. Wonder how my cards are doing downtown? may go down there today to check out my sales! Wish me luck!
Ravy

what just happenned?

So I'm trying to understand some gadgets. I added the friend thing so I could follow and connect with others and vice versa but I swear I hopped into this like one jumps into some slightly sinister dance of upside down naked reeling! I was in ...I did a few steps...I got out..and I wonder if I actually did anything? oh yes...I've connected and gotten something up so there's proof that killroy WAS there but still...just what did I do? Does it make it easier for some to find me? I found some neat blogs and will follow them but does this mean they can see mine now? I'm constantly thinking about how much of myself I want to bare to the world. How much is too much? Anyway...I hope something good will come of this. Ravy the "comparatively" almost-Luddite.

Manifestation day!

Today is MANIFESTATION DAY!!! yup..today I make a concentrated effort to manifest some things into my life via pictures on my mirrors, taking time each day to focus on what I want..NAY what I already have but just don't know yet is more like it!
We can all do it. Funny how when you take concepts we witches have known for centuries, strip away the "boogie man words" from it and present it as pseudo or actual science that others approve.....books such as "the Secret" which have not been a secret to witches, come out and make big bucks by promising people much. Thing is that some will think the whole idea is like putting magickal words out there, like the book itself will bring what they want and not understand that it is the actual focus and "knowing" that our minds create everything that brings it to us. We can't just say a few words of positivity and then say "hey it didn't work" and toss the book out. We can't fool ourselves by giving it a 60-40% mix of positivity and negativity and secretly thinking it might not work. There is a process to it. Constant focus...re-arranging of the way we think, and what we say, doing it over and over that will make things manifest. The only thing that could possibly make it all go pear-shaped when we apply those rules is if we have written our own lifeplans to not have these things happen for a greater lesson..however one would think that it would come through somehow in the focus and desire..maybe being a little "off?". Who knows.
Also people have to be wary that they realize the chain of events that such manifestations make. I remember hearing about how a group of people focused on creating a "helper -being" known in many magickal circles as a "Tulpa" (a being created solely from your own thoughts), and how when this thing DID manifest by constantly feeding on the thoughts of others was also feeding on their fears and turned into a very chaotic energy being that caused so much trouble it eventually had to be mentally destroyed which was not easy.
WE ARE made in Gods image and by that meaning..we are a microcosm of that macrocosm that is God...we hold all the constituents of the greater. We ARE co-creators and so many of us don't realize the power of our minds that it is amazing that we didn't destroy ourselves long ago! Then again, if you believe in the stories of old Atlantis we most nearly did! (at least in this dimension). Focus, be aware, see in the long term but try to live in the now and do unto others what you would have them do unto you! There's wisdom in those words! cheers, Ravy.

More fun shirt designs at Ravyshirts!

Okay folks..new shirts out at Ravyshirts on Cafepress. I have an anti-smoking one, a celebrate your curves one, a body by vegie one and a budgie head one!!! for those who love budgie heads...hahaha..don't ask. I'm working hard...which is good. I'm feeling better..which is also good. To see my shirts go to http://www.cafepress.com/Ravyshirts and there is a little button that toggles whether you want to see prices in Canadian,American,British etc. Hope you like them. Love Ravy

Siamese fighting fish

Am I the only one that feels sorry for those fish that you see in the little cups...looking so bored? People say "oh well they don't need much and feel better this way"...says who? I know that many want a place to actually live ..a bit of plants and at least another fish in a tank or bowl beside it so it can look at him/her. People can be very insensitive to an animals wants and needs. A plastic cup is not a natural habitat for a fish of any kind so no..it is not a preferable place. I think I'll get one soon and give it a nice home. My brids will enjoy the new friend.

Gardening this year

I think my garden for this year shall be all in pots instead of in my little patch. The patch is more clay than soil so it makes sense. I have strawberries and sweet woodruff and some things that are perrenial but I do so want some vegies that actually grow fully and are not stunted so I think it will be pots this year for me...with a nice loose and soft soil. I can't wait to get my little paws into some fresh soil and start growing things! C'mon Spring, I'm close to being ready!

One of those days

Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! as you were people , as you were.

On poetry

It's been awhile since I've written poetry. I had a good solid three years where I wrote and wrote and wrote. I kept a binder of 101 poems that I had written and where that binder is today I have no idea. I'm sure I would smile at the musings of an 18 year old.
I found that after each breakup of a relationship I was moved to write poetry and yes I know...roll your eyes if you will ! :) but it did give me rich fertilizer to write.....er.....rich fertilizer!

After reading my friend's Waxing moon blog it inspires me to write more poetry and when my head clears of this head cold-flu I will start in again. People who have inspired me poetically beyond Rachel? Robert Frost, Lucy Maud Montgomery, the man that wrote The Education of Little Tree (sorry I don't have his name at the ready)the writings more than the paintings of Emily Carr (oh Emily I do love you so!), and the four legged and winged people that I love so much. I'm sure there is more but again "head cold" .

Anyway, thanks my friends.
Ravynwolfe

Wanting to go with them

I remember a few autumns ago how I longed to fly off with the geese making their way south. It was not so much the want to be a bird, but the desire to be such a part of nature that I was moved by her gentle urgings ...no second thoughts ...acting on instinct only. I felt apart from that oneness and it took me awhile to see that I do indeed have instinctual reactions to mothers urgings in my menses, in my body's reaction to sunlight,warmth,cold etc. I don't know why I looked outside myself for this. I went from being to observing which made "two" and here I am trying to keep my eye single. I remember wanting so much to explain this feeling to a friend, my desire to wing with the geese, I was open and raw and he understood...he understood. I really want to not need external validations of my sanity, my goodness, my value. We are all mirrors upon mirrors upoin mirrors for one another and my want is not to want but to just "be" and know that all are one and that we are God trying to understand ourself. Did God create the mirror upon which she first observed? saw herself as two? I wonder.