Chapters

Monday, March 12, 2018

Winter's Last Gasp

This morning brought a sprinkling of snow, but mostly rain. I am hoping this is the last I shall see of the cold white stuff till next winter.

Winter has gotten old for me.

I am now eagerly awaiting warmer weather even at night, makes dancing under the stars much easier. ;)

I have decided to pass along my horse shoe to a friend of mine. It seems he needs the luck far more than I. And I did not wish to offend the fair folk who inhabited my own dwelling. In response, I have found several more pretty stones down by the creek. They're now on my dresser where the horse shoe was, in thanks.

Should you live in the vicinity of Asheville, NC, Kraneia herself may make an appearance in a couple of weeks. It appears there is some sort of  "market" going on. Good opportunity to try out my newer, smaller, spring wings, and have an excuse to wear my dogwood crown. Stay tuned, more information as the day gets closer where we will be.

The roomie and myself took an excursion last weekend to see if we could spy the Brown Mountain lights. Sadly, it was too cold and windy to stay long. But we'll try again when it warms up some.

What a view!

Brace yourself! Spring is coming!
Aye,
Kraneia

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Imbolc

Imbolc blew in on the cold winter winds. And appropriately, it rained. The world felt fresh and cleansed, if a bit chilly (It IS February, after all).

Time to get those energies flowing again, towards Light and Warmth. Yesterday I started seeds in their little pods, and hooked up a plant growing light. We'll see who sprouts.

It is if the Maiden is feelings the first stirrings, and is starting to stretch a limb here and there. Oddly, the daffodils have already begun to sprout their strappy green leaves and bright yellow flowers.  they have been early past couple of years. It's almost as if the daffs feel as I do, impatient to get things moving.

My crafttwitchings are moving again, and I have an urge to go collect twigs and glue things together.

An odd occurrence happened a couple of weeks ago. I had gone for a stroll in my favorite park. I go there often, although I had not been there of late due to the weather's not cooperating. I was heading up hill and caught a whiff, just a split second, of a sweet smell. It reminded me of cherry wood. puzzled, I looked about. Perhaps there was a fallen tree, or someone was cutting wood? But I saw nothing out of the ordinary. So I went on my way.

I returned a couple of hours later, only to smell it again. Again, it was but only an instant. This time I stopped and looked around a little more. I backed a few paces and looked in just the right place, and found someone had hung an old horse shoe in the limbs of a small tree growing beside the trail.

Now, if you follow folklore and mythology, you'll remember if the fae like you, they'll sometimes make themselves known, with music, or a smell. They also don't care for iron much--it reminds them of man, and all that humans have brought upon the world.

So my conclusion is that someone, or something, was trying to get my attention--because the horse shoe didn't belong there and needed to be removed. And also, as a sort of present. I was much flattered, and thanked the ones who were listening.

I currently have the horse shoe on my dresser. Do I clean the rust off and remove the old nails? or leave it as is?

Stay tuned.

Aye,
Kraneia

Tuesday, January 23, 2018

a snail's pace

Some days, I think of all I need to do, and I envy snails. They have all they need within their tiny little shells. Their lives are brief, and they're pretty simple as creatures go. But simple is all they need, so simple is all they are.

I found this one a couple of weeks ago, before all the snow. It seemed to still have the snail still in it (which was a bit odd, usually when I find them it's after a bird has got to the snail and just left the shell behind)

This seems to be the time of year when life sets a "snail's pace", everything moves slowly. I get impatient waiting on the spring to make its grand appearance. I re-read gardening books, and fuss over my houseplants, and wonder if I should get that little potted plant that I saw at the store, it was cute and I didn't have one like it.

The snow has pretty much left us for the time being. It has been in the 60ish range past couple of days, and tomorrow will be almost as warm. Still too cold at night to plant things, but warm enough to do some outdoor stuff during the day.

Maybe I will take a walk tomorrow, and see if I can find some more buggy friends, who are as confused at the weather as I am.

Time paces as the snail, slowly. Yet it passes.

Aye,
Kraneia

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Winter Elf?

It is such a rare thing to see snowfall here, at least in this amount. I sweet talked my room mate into taking some snaps of  me in my ears. Some turned out better than others.

The pines out front were white with bent branches, heavy with snow.  I thought I'd hide under one of them.

I just knew I'd get a pile of snow landing on my head, but it stayed put.

So far we have got at least a couple of inches. It may stick around for a couple of days, as the temps are supposed to be well below freezing tonight. But this weekend should be close to 60... a good time for a walk in the woods.

In the mean time, there is hot cocoa, and tea, and blankets, and the heat is going full blast.


There is something mystic and magical in the snow. It hides shapes, and makes new ones. It muffles the snow, and makes everything look like it's been iced. It's cold despite making a "blanket" on your shoulders. And the icicles that form are like cold daggers or points in time.

It gives you time to think and reflect, and makes you restless for spring, all at once.

Imbolc is fast approaching, and I am ready.

Aye,
Kraneia

Monday, January 1, 2018

Kraneia Rising

Yule came and went, and my year ended as it had begun, fairly quietly. I spent a very cold afternoon removing the outdoor Christmas lights (that hadn't been on since the day after Christmas) and so now the neighborhood is a bit duller, it sleeps in waiting for the Spring to follow in the Winter's footsteps.

This was taken last year...
but this is how it feels outside at the moment! 
The thinning has continued apace. I have some things gathered for Goodwill, with more to add to the pile, as soon as I can get the energy. I have also bowed off of Facebook, at least for the time being. It will be interesting to see who, if anyone, makes an attempt to email (I put it right up there on a post....) I am still going back and forth on whether to delete the account entirely, or merely let it sleep for a while till I get things straightened out...... and make my triumphant return.

I have noticed other changes, as well. I recently had the opportunity to introduce myself  with my "new" name, and it was almost a startlement to introduce myself as such. But one has to start somewhere.

We can only go up from here.

In the mean time, there is much to do. Time to make a plan, and stick with it. There are photographs that need to be taken, and a story I need to finish, and friend-family I need to find.

I turn 43 in a couple of weeks. Time to get moving.

Aye,
Kraneia (AKA Scratch)




Friday, December 8, 2017

Yule

Several months ago I was taking in the air one morning, and greeting Old Man as he prepared to drop leaves for the winter season. I felt the breeze as they stirred the leaves high above me, and I could almost swear the old white oak towering above me asked me for an altar. I felt this to be a reasonable request and so I thought a while about it. I had an old fairy figurine and some cloth, and a small lantern that takes tea candles.

It is a work in progress.

Currently, I am looking out the window of my room. It is actually snowing, although it is only sticking on the grass.  It is pretty, although I am hoping it will not stick around for long.  Winter wonderland, indeed.

I have finally settled on my "other" name.  Kraneia was a dryad in Greek mythology, who inhabited a cornus (dogwood) tree. I found this appropriate, and sounding much better than the name I was given at birth, although I'm not going to legally change my name to this, rather just request those close to me refer to me under this new name.

Stay tuned.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Samhain

 I had finished the ribbons from Stones some time ago, and just kept forgetting to upload a photograph of what I had done. So here's what they look like. Not quite professional looking, but what'dya want? ;)
 I've got them hanging up with the ones from last year, and perhaps will add more next year. We'll see.





Having survived Mabon, the next spoke in the wheel was Halloween. That seems to be a time for remembering times gone by, and places that are no more, and people in your life who have passed on. To that end, my altar was decorated with some of mom's things, and photographs of both parents, and another friend who has passed on. As I lay down for sleep, I thanked them for their wisdom, and asked their assistance in the upcoming year, and help in the complexities that my life that have seemed to have sprung up here lately. I requested some wisdom of my own, and guidance.

Yesterday was spent up at the local park, to get some images that will carry me through the long, dark, cold winter I see approaching me. Literally, physically, emotionally, metaphorically--and metaphysically. I can only help to weather the storm I can see approaching.

It is, if I am allowed a cliche', about to "hit the fan".

Stay tuned!

Aye,
Scratch