I am (somewhat) out of the broom closet at work! Yay! I had forgotten what it was like to come out of the broom closet. I’ve never really been in it – being Pagan is not something I’ve ever really tried to hide. Alas, starting a new job with new people (and a few from… Continue reading Out of the broom closet
Last week I mentioned working on a novel. The 26,000 words (so far) have been printed, and I’ve since re-read through the story for the first time since 2012. I would love some completely fresh eyes to read over this. I have asked in the past, people raise their hand, then it becomes a “oh… Continue reading What’s normal?
A few years ago I begun writing a novel. I’m a quarter of the way through, and I’m about to re-do it entirely. A few nights ago, I thought of an entirely new way to approach this novel. Once I got out of the shower, the idea escaped me. Since then, I’ve been trying to… Continue reading Working on a Novel
We all come from the Horned One And to Him we shall return Like a flash of light Shining from a fiery storm Hoof and Horn! Hoof and Horn! All that dies shall be reborn! Fire and rain! Fire and rain! All that dies shall live again! As we’re approaching Midwinter here in Australia, and Midsummer in… Continue reading Kings of Oak and Holly
There seems to be some new faces in the forum’s that I’m in, and I’m finding the same thing mentioned again and again. We’ve all seen it – those of us who “remember when we were new.” NB: I also want to apologise if this comes across as negative. I’m in the height of PMDD… Continue reading Just because it was said in a book…
This post is in honour of my Opa, Herman deKok, who died 5 May 1945, serving his country as a Member of the Resistance against Nazi Germany. May 5 is known as the ‘Day of Liberation’ in the Netherlands. Daily ritual is more than brushing your teeth, fixing your hair and make-up. It’s more than… Continue reading Importance of Daily Ritual
When I was a teenager, I heard voices. They were malicious, and terrifying, and took me down to a level below the depths that I had been to before. Twelve years on, I’m not entirely sure if they were voices from my mind (like I thought they were at the time) or voices from spirits… Continue reading To Hear, to See, to Know
A woman stands in the city park amid early-morning walkers, and faces the sun. She kicks off her shoes, wiggles her toes in the grass and raises her arms. “Herne the Hunter, Lord of the Wild and King of Windsor Forest! Hear your Daughter’s call!” I fell in love with Herne the Hunter in 2003.… Continue reading Herne the Hunter
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