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Continue reading →: Thank you Diana
This past week has been crazy! I have been so easily distracted and unfocused, and I think I know why. In my last post I thanked Herne for being with me at uni, but there’s someone else waiting to be thanked and have their beautiful energy recognized. Lady Diana, Mistress…
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Continue reading →: I’ve found *my* path
I’ve been tempted to post up the other stories I’ve written (not about Herne) and maybe one day when I’m on the home laptop I’ll make a proper page and link for the story I wrote for Herne, and the other short stories. Last week was full on. Tuesday to…
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Continue reading →: Trapped
(Ignore what she’s doing in the video, just listen to the lyrics. I’m a bit disappointed she made the video about a guy. So cliché!) I’m considering going back to basics. Of late I’m feeling so disconnected. Since moving, it’s been for better and worse. I’ve got a fantastic kitchen…
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Continue reading →: The Goddess Diana
Given my connection with Herne, it’s no wonder that I would be drawn to a female Huntress. I’m not sure who sought who out, but as I welcome my femininity this year, beginning to honour my body as a temple and truly look after myself once more, honouring my cycles,…
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Continue reading →: Walking the Talk
My path when I was a newbie is very different to some, yet similar to others. When I first became a newbie into the Pagan world, I threw myself into it. I read every book I could afford to buy (google didn’t exist back then, and webpages spurted “must be…
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Continue reading →: Emotional Rain
Damn, I didn’t intend on it being almost a month since posting here. I’ve been pre-occupied, having set up a new blog for my weight loss journey. Too Fat For A Broomstick I was hoping that my housemate and I would be able to go out the back for a…
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Continue reading →: She stood alone upon the rocks…and I said good-bye
The river stopped short of the ocean. The water had a stale smell, not at all like the paintings of memories. I did not walk through the river like I did time before. My feet eventually found the sand, but it came with no relief. Years spent at the beach…
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Continue reading →: Quiet Contemplation
We’ve been in my home town for nearly a week now, arriving last Sunday. An eleven-and-a-bit hour drive coupled with a “Captain’s Log” on facebook, and we arrived at my mothers in one piece, and only forgetting the ibuprofen. It’s been a chock-a-block week, something to do every day. It’s been…






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