tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15586836886955353072024-03-18T23:16:26.160-04:00The Woods GirlI am not a farm girl, nor even a country girl--but a woods girl, with lichen for skin and leaves gracing tangled hair. I am old as the hills. The elders called me "dryad". If you blink you may miss me. But if you sit quietly under the old oak, I may one day appear for you. Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-54855007653250798772022-10-30T11:43:00.004-04:002022-10-30T11:43:37.241-04:00Samhain '22<p> Just a quick check in, I'm still here! Gathering up the potions and spells for this Halloween season. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuk94eeCgUUA3wPkX1OQFfm3iFKDS73ZhM7J9nw_DwQz7P8KT0Lm6drtOshswycjzYCwtJAVlZMYmf6P7ArUtFlZhhHUgeRwVSiHc9utp_CVvfs877jNIXy3gIJvDKzRa33CM4kNTI29HeCusyD8dpNUA5BOULElkK1crYsdecmW35AhjDCYfrgVUu/s4160/IMG_20221012_211234503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4160" data-original-width="3120" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuk94eeCgUUA3wPkX1OQFfm3iFKDS73ZhM7J9nw_DwQz7P8KT0Lm6drtOshswycjzYCwtJAVlZMYmf6P7ArUtFlZhhHUgeRwVSiHc9utp_CVvfs877jNIXy3gIJvDKzRa33CM4kNTI29HeCusyD8dpNUA5BOULElkK1crYsdecmW35AhjDCYfrgVUu/s320/IMG_20221012_211234503.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">See you soon! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Aye,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Kraneia</div><br />Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-74234966272418939062020-12-21T12:56:00.005-05:002020-12-21T12:56:59.987-05:00Winter solstice!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpA5TxhsBpNlCykS4wCc8Xxu8z9Xcr1TdsFpYoH8S2hL1-xDSHA2THfUDJE0QcRAiAX0061-96dJaVK4pA8B6lmPWRoxgC9j63GdnwQWCCwuiBOWneCQL94pY7PZAHXIW78OeWWqNwEJU/s2048/IMG_20201219_121402_01.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpA5TxhsBpNlCykS4wCc8Xxu8z9Xcr1TdsFpYoH8S2hL1-xDSHA2THfUDJE0QcRAiAX0061-96dJaVK4pA8B6lmPWRoxgC9j63GdnwQWCCwuiBOWneCQL94pY7PZAHXIW78OeWWqNwEJU/s320/IMG_20201219_121402_01.jpg" /></a></div><br />Welcome to the shortest day of the year! Hopefully this marks the beginning of the end. This year has been something. Looking forward to a new year and a fresh start. <p></p><p>Tomorrow we're expecting a bit of snow. Or more than a bit. I suspect I'll be staying over at work due to unsafe driving conditions later on. </p><p>Saturday I made pomanders. It's my first attempt, so naturally it isn't Martha Stewart. But an attempt was made. 🙂</p><p>Stay warm, stay safe, and stay you.</p><p>Aye,</p><p>Kraneia</p>Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-20645601363323905482020-08-03T22:36:00.001-04:002020-08-03T22:36:26.114-04:00LammasSpent lughnasadh afternoon wandering around the woods behind the house. I gathered some of the various grasses growing on the hill and found a couple four leaf clovers to press in my book. Time to reflect on what I have accomplished this past year. Managed to get a semi decent paying job (yay!) but having issues paying medical bills (booooo!) . Got to move up to the upstairs bedroom (wheeee...) but it gets bloody hot in the afternoons (and no A/C...blargh!). Going to be attempting to go to school in the spring (somewhat apprehensive), but only if I can get financial aid (waiting on a reply currently.)<div><br /></div><div>At the moment I am watching the growing darkness from my window. It was storming pretty good earlier, so I had to mostly close the window. Still got enough of a crack though, to let some of the cool breeze in. Tomorrow will be spent NOT being at work. </div><div><br /></div><div>Hoping you all out there have managed to get a lot accomplished, pick up a skill or two. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aye,</div><div>Kraneia</div>Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-21111414149509887022020-01-09T17:32:00.000-05:002020-01-09T17:32:00.616-05:00Don't worry, I am still here ;) <i>No, I haven't disappeared. </i><br />
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<i>Suffice it to say I have not forgotten you all, and plan on updating a little more frequently now that I am in my new place, new job, new friends. Of course, they don't know about my affinity for dancing in moonlight and lighting candles at certain times of the year. I suspect I will have to keep that private, at least for now. </i><br />
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A happy (somewhat belated) Yule out there. Hopefully you folks out in badhairland had a good holiday season. Me, I got to take a short trip.<br />
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Also made a new friend. she snuck in with the greenery and promised to stay out of trouble over the winter. Personally I think she would have blended in better with the holly (her wings are holly leaves) but it still took a bit for me to notice.<br />
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As I write, a winter storm rages outside. Or as close to one as we usually get here--mostly rain with maybe a touch of ice mixed in. All part and parcel with winter here. The folks north and west of us are getting more than their fair share of it.<br />
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Looking forward to Imbolc coming up... although I am a bit divided whether to start seeds or not. Since I don't know where I will be come growing season. The Roomie is trying to talk me into planting tomatoes again. You gonna take care of them if I leave, big boy?? Thought so.<br />
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Stay tuned!<br />
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KraneiaKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-10966704441692619012018-12-07T20:38:00.002-05:002018-12-07T20:38:52.024-05:00Getting windy in here....You wrote, which was nice, been a while since anyone had bothered.<br />
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But then you wrote again. And again. And again..... each email sounding pretty much the same, which made me wonder, perhaps, just perhaps, <i>he has even less of a personal life than I do</i>. So I attempt normal conversations, normal channels, and yet here come more emails... of long winded nothingness. I fail to understand it. Are you for real? Do people really write stuff like this in their daily lives, and expect a response in kind? Do you think that "oh I am so mysterious, here, let me expound for HOURS how smart I am" attitude is supposed to get you somewhere? Still scratching my head over that one.<br />
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The last one you sent was the <b>best. </b>You asked me how I am. Which is nice of you, thank you. I currently have a belly full of chili and am looking at the Christmas lights on my dresser.My roommate just dared me to down an airplane bottle of "Fireball" (I'm not a huge drinker, but that stuff is okay...) My feet are cold, but that's pretty much normal for me. How's you?<br />
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But then you indicate not to bother replying. So I don't.<br />
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I had a giggle at the "lady" remark though. As much as I admit to being female, at no point have I ever called myself a "lady" or "ladylike". Any more than I really called<b> you </b>a "pompous asshole" ( I said I didn't associate with them. I didn't name names... does the shoe fit? Sensitive much??)<br />
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But whatever. You like quotes? Here is one for you.<br />
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"I don't need to tiptoe around the ego of some fat squarehead with an ego the size of a small bus route..."<br />
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--R.A. McAvoy, "The Book Of Kells"<br />
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I have given you "the last word", mainly because I have pretty much lost interest. I said several emails back you were beginning to bore me, that would have been the time to stop.<br />
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Have a nice life. Alone, from the sound of it.<br />
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I will be here, as I have always been.<br />
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At any rate, Winter Solstice is right around the corner, and I can hardly wait. The lights are all all up, and I am preparing to go see the little one in a couple of weeks. We're expecting a big snow/ice storm next few days. It will be interesting to see how this turns out--photos to follow :)<br />
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I may even be able to dance under the moon, in the coldness of the stars.<br />
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Stay tuned!<br />
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Aye,<br />
KraneiaKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-39596606966848629602018-10-24T15:26:00.003-04:002018-10-24T15:26:52.471-04:00Brace yourself........Samhain is coming......<br />
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no, that wasn't meant to be a "GoT" reference. Never watched it, don't plan on it.<br />
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But, you know it's that time of year. they come out of the woodwork... you know the ones.<br />
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"Halloween is a Satanic holiday so we will just have a harvest party!"<br />
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In other news, I dug out the glue gun today, first time in a long time. I needed to put some horns together to go with my faun years. I think I set them a little too high on the headband.<br />
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Oh, well. it's a start.<br />
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Hopefully my boss will cooperate and give me a weekend day off to go to the renaissance faire.<br />
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Keep your paws crossed.<br />
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<br />Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-89892908296105916972018-08-01T20:34:00.003-04:002018-08-01T20:34:42.422-04:00LughnasadhToday is the first day of August. Some folks refer to this as "Lughnasadh", or if you prefer, Lammas. It's time to start bringing in the grain, and when you make breads and things to celebrate the grain harvest.<br />
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It's also a time to focus on what you have done right the past year. I had to think a bit, as my life hasn't changed a whole lot. But I did manage a few things that I am happy with;<br />
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I have managed to grow a shit ton of hot peppers, and more are still growing. Aren't they pretty? I plan on making relish soon. I even managed to grow enough that I can even dry a few, the pointy ones especially. The orange ones are supposedly a variety of cayenne called "Carnival", and are supposed to be different colors besides the usual red. But all mine turned orange. Still pretty, so I am not really complaining. This isn't even to account the peppers that are still growing on the vine, I have two whole plants of habaneros that haven't ripened to yellow yet.<br />
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I also managed to somehow make a new friend from far away, who came all the way to NC to see me. I was a bit surprised. But I enjoyed the visit immensely and plan on returning the favor next spring. It will be the furthest I have ever been from home, so there is a bit of preparation involved, physically, mentally, spiritually. I never do things on impulse, else I would be out there already. There is a possibility I may end out there on a more permanent basis if I like the place and can find work.<br />
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Stay tuned on that one.<br />
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On another note, I was surprised to see how many folks have joined me here, in my little corner of the world/ Whether you happened on this site randomly, clicked on another link out of curiosity, or you knew I was here all along, welcome. I have lit a yellow candle for Lughnasadh, and in thanks for you, my new friends in badhairland.<br />
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Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-19921841901957594222018-06-24T22:07:00.000-04:002018-06-24T22:07:45.142-04:00Solstice<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Summer Solstice was spent trying to keep cool, and later on in the evening, it was spent trying to stay dry--far from being able to enjoy the night sky, it stormed. Such is the typical weather for NC in summer, unfortunately. </div>
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But I lit a candle all the same, and passed on to bed, knowing the twice-yearly battle was over, this time won by the Holly King, and now the days will become shorter in the inevitable approach of autumn, and then, winter. </div>
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The past few weeks have been spent trying to figure out who I want to be now. The signpost I was waiting on has passed me, leaving me little more to wait on. There are stirrings from the West, where my eyes have turned. Could my wandering branches but stretch that far, and a new vein arise? I should water this new sprout that has popped its way from the soil, and see where it grows. But it is a far vine to twine, and I am at turns awed and afraid. Will I find what I am looking for that way? Or the wind change once again, and me more lost than ever? Stay tuned. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Next stop: Lughnasadh (Or Lammas, if you prefer), around the beginning of August. I will need to grab some bread dough from the store, and see what I can come up with.</div>
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I rearranged the things on my dresser today, that I pass off as an altar. It seems important that it reflect the summer that is here, and the summer that is passing on. If there is something blooming in the yard, I will try to have some of it in a vase. My nasturtiums aren't doing as well as they have been in previous years; whether this has to do with the lilies I planted behind them, the soil needing some fertilizer, or maybe I didn't overplant as much as I have before, I can only guess. </div>
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My herbs are coming along, however, and I hope to pass along photos of them drying, as soon as I get more up and going. I am always amazed at the gifts I receive every year. I am hoping this time around I can share some of my herbs with friends. I have some packed already, in small plastic containers. </div>
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So here we are, June already. The days have steadily been growing longer as the summer approaches. The smell of cut grass outside mingles with the insect repellant.<br /><br /><div>
The other day I travelled a few miles on the hopes of meeting like minded people to hang out with. Sadly, I was "stood up". Not surprising, and hardly the first time. Just reinforces what I was thinking at the beginning, that this path is my own, and I am on my own, as I always have been. </div>
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Evidently I am better off on my own, both from a spiritual and a personal point of view. </div>
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My most recent trip to the store found me bringing home various colored candles. Time to play a bit with colors and scents and thoughts and time. Time to pull......</div>
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Although I am realizing I need to be more specific in my pulls. I have apparently pulled in someone I was not intending to pull. Or as the old adage goes: be careful what you wish for. </div>
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At this moment, I hear an approaching storm. Were it not an electrical storm, I would go play in it. </div>
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It is also the time for "starting over". I took down the posts of my other, "normal" blog, and am starting anew. no doubt the 4 people following it are pretty confused. </div>
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Stay tuned</div>
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Aye,</div>
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Kraneia</div>
Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-51363248436470716312018-05-16T21:10:00.000-04:002018-05-16T21:10:01.407-04:00Beltaine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So here I am, wandering around the yard looking at all my roses. It's almost like they wanted me to pick them! So I obliged.<br />
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I think it is safe to say spring has sprung. Of course, in true Lobsteronia fashion it went from spring to summer in a space of about two weeks. So today has been one of air conditioning and cold drinks. I can only imagine what the true summer will be like.<br />
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Beltaine was a bit of a letdown. I went to the function and didn't see too many folks I recognized. The ones I knew I really didn't care a whole lot to talk to. Also didn't help that the Roomie didn't go along, and it's difficult to do things sometimes when you are by yourself. But I made an appearance. And was reminded why I don't do groups of people much.<br />
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Next Stop: Midsummer! Time to dig out the bug spray and swimsuit.<br />
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Stay tuned!<br />
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Aye,<br />
KraneiaKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-70830588264368224922018-03-12T19:47:00.001-04:002018-03-12T19:47:32.889-04:00Winter's Last Gasp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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Winter has gotten old for me.<br />
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I am now eagerly awaiting warmer weather even at night, makes dancing under the stars much easier. ;)<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Brace yourself! Spring is coming!<br />
Aye,<br />
Kraneia<br />
<br />Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-62816954080214730592018-02-21T19:25:00.001-05:002018-02-21T19:25:33.502-05:00Imbolc<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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).<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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My crafttwitchings are moving again, and I have an urge to go collect twigs and glue things together.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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?<br />
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Stay tuned.<br />
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Aye,<br />
KraneiaKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-399332607111435782018-01-23T20:24:00.000-05:002018-01-23T20:24:35.526-05:00a snail's pace<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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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)<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Time paces as the snail, slowly. Yet it passes.<br />
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Aye,<br />
KraneiaKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-78244113937432204012018-01-17T13:16:00.002-05:002018-01-17T13:16:49.074-05:00Winter Elf?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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The pines out front were white with bent branches, heavy with snow. I thought I'd hide under one of them.<br />
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I just knew I'd get a pile of snow landing on my head, but it stayed put.<br />
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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.<br />
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In the mean time, there is hot cocoa, and tea, and blankets, and the heat is going full blast.<br />
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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.<br />
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It gives you time to think and reflect, and makes you restless for spring, all at once.<br />
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Imbolc is fast approaching, and I am ready.<br />
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Aye,<br />
KraneiaKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-15337690193159794452018-01-01T19:26:00.001-05:002018-01-01T19:26:28.772-05:00Kraneia RisingYule 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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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We can only go up from here.<br />
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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.<br />
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I turn 43 in a couple of weeks. Time to get moving.<br />
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Aye,<br />
Kraneia (AKA Scratch)<br />
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<br />Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-17254416569177167472017-12-08T17:11:00.000-05:002017-12-08T17:11:44.982-05:00Yule<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
<br />Stay tuned.Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06683850521255072711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-66983192005524298892017-11-03T15:42:00.002-04:002017-11-03T15:42:56.862-04:00Samhain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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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? ;)<br />
I've got them hanging up with the ones from last year, and perhaps will add more next year. We'll see.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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It is, if I am allowed a cliche', about to "hit the fan".<br />
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Mabon was spent hanging out in Virginia with some folks at a "Fairy Festival". In order to blend in a bit more, I dug out the old ears. Only to find that few people out there were wearing them. There were plenty of wings though, and I did get compliments on the ears, so all in all I count it as a win. <br />
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I admit, I was surprised I managed to get the things to stay on all day. I was half asleep when I put them on, and hadn't put them on by myself before. Hopefully I'll get better, and get more confident with practice.<br />
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I decided to skip the wings this time round, it was going to be a hot day and I figured the hot glue might melt again and I'd be shedding leaves faster than an Oak in Autumn......We'll see how warm it is when we head down to the Renaissance Faire in a couple of weeks.<br />
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I managed to drag the roomie out as well. I have to admit,I was worried he'd be bored since it's not really his thing. Fortunately, there were some Viking reenactors for him to talk to, he enjoyed that and is even planning on camping with them next year. We'll see how that plays out.<br />
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My attempts at making a "Mabon Mask" didn't fare too well. Originally I planned on gluing grape leaves and fake grapes to it, but everything kind of peeled off, so it's back to the drawing board. I guess some projects you win, some you lose.<br />
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Old Man out back is sensing the change of the season. He's been dropping some acorns, and some of the older leaves have started falling off. No change in color yet though; he's the sort that waits far in the season to really shed his leaves. Then they are <b>everywhere</b>. The makeshift altar I made from flat stones is still there, but will have to wait till he's finished dropping his acorns, else I'll get beaned with a nice fat one dropped from a branch (or possibly targeted by a squirrel!)<br />
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Stay tuned.Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-5521904782256433712017-09-07T20:19:00.000-04:002017-09-07T20:19:42.137-04:00Stones Rising, 23I went, I saw, I helped pull in a large honkin' rock.<br />
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This year's Rising saw me returning home a much different Fay. I am a little puzzled at how much involved folks remembering me from last year, and how much of it was me making myself more visible. Or perhaps both; either way, I am proud of myself for not hiding. I didn't overdo things, but I definitely got noticed more than I am used to. I offered to help a couple of people, and helped a couple more who asked for it. I did something I rarely do-- I <b>*GASP*</b> <u>actually talked to people!</u> Yay me!<br />
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Here is the rock after being stood up and cemented in. The smaller piece was also added to fill in the gap that was left. Someone decided to call it "The Flame Stone", for obvious reasons, and the name stuck.<br />
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I have still to do something with the coloured ribbons, I guess I will stitch them together again like I did the ones from last year, I'll post a pic of that when I get it done.<br />
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I am also in the process of trying to come up with a better given name than the one I currently use. Not officially change it, as in driver's licence, etc, but just a new name to go by in day to day life. One of the possibilities is "Kraneia", which is the name of a dryad associated with dogwood (cornus) trees. But I'm still looking.<br />
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Next up--Mabon. I have still plans to work on a "Mabon mask", but that will have to wait till after this weekend, after we see if Irma wipes us off the map....<br />
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Monday's eclipse had me indoors, watching it on TV. I was really expecting the weather to not cooperate, as it never does. This also gave me time to light some candles, and make a wish or three. Whether or not they will come true, only time till tell.<br />
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The next scheduled one will be April 8, 2024.... I'm sort of mixed in emotions about this.<br />
April 8 has never been a good date for me--my mother died on that day. It will be exactly 37 years. Makes me wonder what sort of significance this would have. But that's 7 years away, and even one year is a long time for me. Hell, I rarely know what I'm doing next week.<br />
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But to speak of that, packing has begun! The AAA is paid for (my car is old enough to warrant it now), the dues sent in to the site. All I need are some accurate weather reports (cool nights are a given up there, but will it rain?) There is the feeling that no matter how much stuff I bring along, I'm going to be missing something somewhere.... I guess if I forget it I'll go without.... ;)<br />
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Around September 23rd is Mabon. So I have in the works a new project: a "Mabon Mask". I have taken an old Halloween eyemask (bought for $2 at the discount store) and painted over it a sparkly silver. I am pressing grape leaves to see what they look like dried; if they do not suit I will use artificial ones. I'll post some photos when I get it more together. Mabon is on a Saturday, so there should be all sorts of stuff to get into.<br />
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Scratch, your (un)friendly neighborhood fayKraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1558683688695535307.post-4423545916327914822017-08-13T19:21:00.000-04:002017-08-13T19:21:06.521-04:00Making it up as I go along.So the time of Lugh has come and gone. Ours was spent with a small group of Wiccan folks not too far from us. They seemed glad to see Dent and I, although I'm hoping we didn't put anyone off by merely observing the goings-on. I've never been much of a "class participation" sort of fay, preferring to do what passes for worship in private. File that under the whole "not attracting attention to myself" bit, that I've had since I was in school. The idea of not making myself a target is still a strong one with me, and even though I doubt these folks would judge my missteps, old habits die hard.<br />
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Plus there was the whole "what do you have to brag about" theme with this particular holiday (as I like to think of it). There hasn't been a whole lot on my part to really brag about. I have spent the past year and a half trying to figure out what things are, and what are supposed to be. What I am supposed to be. While I've gotten a little closer to figuring out what I am wanting, I am no closer to deciding how to get there. And I am rapidly running out of time; the sprout becomes a full fledged adult next May, thus setting me free to fully pursue what it is. Whatever it is.<br />
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It's difficult when you see signs, but have no clue what they mean. The other day I was preparing veggies to roast and found one of my cherry tomatoes had a "tree" inside. What is this supposed to mean? Does it mean anything? I honestly don't know. I don't know anything much, any more. I'm having to make it up as I go along, most days!<br />
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For a little while, I had the place almost to myself, as the folks who'd already arrived had already made themselves scarce.<br />
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The transformation seems to be advancing a bit, although I'm not sure where it is taking me. A few weeks ago I went exploring some options with out of state friends. I keep hearing "do what you do best" and "do what makes you happy". I was pretty happy those couple of days, but I am unsure that is really what I need to be doing at the moment. I'm sure some (or most) of you out there have this conflict: what you want vs. what you need..... Only time will tell if I can reconcile the two.<br />
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Part of the problem is I have trouble defining what is "happiness". I know this sounds weird, but there it is--When I felt happy, was it really happiness I felt? Or mere freedom? Or simply being able to feel sensations I haven't felt in a long, long time? Feeling safe? Or merely free? I felt all those things, but does it feel "right"? Feeling "right" is something I also haven't felt in a while, so feeling it now, I'm not sure that's what I am feeling or not. Something else I will have to pay attention to.<br />
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At any rate, summer is rolling on a bit. I have spent a fair amount of time at the creek in the woods behind the house. I've skipped stones and talked to the fish. I'm waiting on the jewelweed to start blooming so that maybe I can catch the hummingbirds in the act of taking a drink (think they'll pose for a photograph? Doubtful) The nasturtiums I planted in the large pot at the front of the trailer are now in full bloom.<br />
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I've tried planting a wildflower garden again, behind the Japanese maple I rescued from someone's yard (it's the normal sized sort of tree, not the stunted "grafted" variety that only grows to 6 feet...) .So far, the only noticeable flowers have been the marigolds and a few cosmos that are scraggly. Evidently there isn't as much sun as I thought there would be once the surrounding trees grew leaves again (or maybe the aforementioned maple has got too tall as to block the light?) <br />
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Summer is also showing the relentless march of time--it is unknown whether or not I will even get to see the little one over the summer as her life is full right now doing those almost-adult things that happen right before they take that final step--There's graduation stuff to take care of, and the learning to drive stuff, and a million other things. The photographs posted by the stepmother of the Florida vacation has her smiling and (I would hope) happy. So I am content. There is (hopefully) Thanksgiving. I may end up having to take a road trip to go see her instead.<br />
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Next stop: Independence day. I have no clue what that day will entail. My roommate is off work that week, so it will be a challenge to think of things to do so that we do not get on each other's nerves. Perhaps I will find new places to take photographs of, or the clarity I have been searching for will present itself.<br />
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Four reasons to love summer:<br />
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1. Knockout Roses.<br />2. Purple Basil<br />3.Wild Daisies<br />4.White Clover<br />
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Put it all in a lil smiley face juice glass, and you have summer in a bouquet all ready to enjoy. <br />
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This past weekend was spent.........exploring. For lack of a better word. Exploring and being explored in turn. It felt pretty good, this exploration. <br />
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..........Not sure if I've improved my life, or just made it more complicated. I'm finding where I am concerned, I rarely have one without the other. <br />
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Stay tuned. Kraneiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04098753589894602353noreply@blogger.com0