I Hail the Lame God

Originally posted on Gangleri's Grove:
He of the crooked and twisted foot, Master of smithcraft, sorcery, and beauty, He born of the heavens and tethered to the earth, Mighty One and wise. I hail Him. That would be Hephaestus and while I don’t have any particular devotional practice to Him, I will honor Him…

The Black and the White

How do we talk to each other? I listened to someone narrating a story of how he told off a company that just wouldn’t listen. The language Paul used in his narration spoke to me of deep seated anger. I understand anger. I have lived much of my life in a state of anger until I resolved the issues causing my anger – and so much of that was related to the stories I told myself about my relationship to the world.

What’s a Gal to Write

The day is almost over… Thoughts are done being thought… And I am seeking inspiration for this blog tonight. Well, I have just completed a project that has consumed several weekends. First I ripped up an old rug, then laid down laminate vinyl flooring. That looked so good that I couldn’t stop there, so I

Getting Involved?

I’ve had occasion to sincerely consider where I want to spend time. I’m not talking about the daily necessities of life, which must be met. Rather I am talking about all the Will 0′ the Wisps that capture my attention and I give my email address thinking, “I will follow this one.” I’ve spent a

Uplifting

Today is one of those days where happy events just seem to flow into each other. I bumped into a friend to walk with by the Hudson River this morning. I had just finished telling her about another friend whom I hadn’t seen for a while. He is an aging Vietnam veteran who helped me to understand my son’s reasons for enlisting in the military. I had been worried about this person, as I hadn’t seen him since before Covid. And just after speaking of him, there he was walking his dog! So I flagged him down and we chatted for a while.

Women Time

I just spent my morning with a wonderful friend. We met at a psychic fair and hit it off immediately. Lately we’ve been meeting once a month for coffee. We share experiences, feelings, life situations, and best of all, the gift of unconditional listening. This is a true gift in these challenging times of getting

Room of My Own

Men talk about Man Caves, women discuss She Sheds, and I’ve been working on my bedroom. I’m no sultry diva. This is not all about curtains, bangles, or red satin sheets. It’s about restful space, creative space, and peace of mind.

Building Projects

Two weekends ago, I pulled up a very old rug in my bedroom. Underneath was nothing but powder left from the foam insulation pad. Then this past weekend, I put down my first laminate floor. I’ve always been a DIYer -or technically speaking, would that be DIMer, since I’m writing in the first person? Either way, Do-It-Yourself-er or Do-It-Myself-er, it is satisfying to have something

Discernment

My email pen pal wrote me this morning. A friend of hers had sent a video that former president Donald J. had put out full of propaganda, misogynist messages (lies, surprise, surprise), and ended equating himself with God.

An Excess of Inconsideration

I took my husband up to the cardiology clinic he goes to in Albany, NY yesterday for a simple “yes or no” for a procedure he needs on another part of his anatomy. After the usual amount of time waiting for the medical professionals to get around to coming into see us had already passed, I am left wondering, “Should I bill the doctor?”